I'm going to drink all you fools under the table
I am ze vorst kint off blogger. I am le terrible! Bah.
Work has been slow(er) this week, so I've managed to hop-skip out the door after just 8 hours every day. I've even been able to eat lunch! This is exciting. Lunch is fun, except when you get dragged to the local brasserie with your coworkers. Mmm, I love leaving my beautiful guacamole-fake meat-tomato-coriander burritos for a salad consisting only of iceberg lettuce and tomatoes and drenched in shitty dressing. Ah well. Bonding with the coworkers is necessary. Even if Inappropriate Guy does insist on telling everyone how long it's been since he got laid last (five months, a figure which I refuse to believe... perhaps 5 months before 1990).
Interesting language misunderstanding this week. Inappropriate Guy sent out an invitation to the whole team, inviting us all to the Xmas party next Friday (we're going curling. I'm sure I'll have some good blog fodder from that). In the invitation, he told us all about the dinner (following curling), where one of the interns, L, was apparantly going to "drink us all under the table."
Now, if your first language wasn't English, you might not get that phrase off the bat.
In fact, you might be extremely offended, because you might think that Inappropriate Guy sent out an email saying you were going to suck off the entire department.
I'm off to Tee-Oh for the weekend. Keep 'er real while I'm gone. Long blog might get written on Saturday, depending on if I feel like entertaining myself while my host is at work, or if I just sleep in and read the paper and drink coffee and play with her computer. It's a 50-50 split.
Work has been slow(er) this week, so I've managed to hop-skip out the door after just 8 hours every day. I've even been able to eat lunch! This is exciting. Lunch is fun, except when you get dragged to the local brasserie with your coworkers. Mmm, I love leaving my beautiful guacamole-fake meat-tomato-coriander burritos for a salad consisting only of iceberg lettuce and tomatoes and drenched in shitty dressing. Ah well. Bonding with the coworkers is necessary. Even if Inappropriate Guy does insist on telling everyone how long it's been since he got laid last (five months, a figure which I refuse to believe... perhaps 5 months before 1990).
Interesting language misunderstanding this week. Inappropriate Guy sent out an invitation to the whole team, inviting us all to the Xmas party next Friday (we're going curling. I'm sure I'll have some good blog fodder from that). In the invitation, he told us all about the dinner (following curling), where one of the interns, L, was apparantly going to "drink us all under the table."
Now, if your first language wasn't English, you might not get that phrase off the bat.
In fact, you might be extremely offended, because you might think that Inappropriate Guy sent out an email saying you were going to suck off the entire department.
I'm off to Tee-Oh for the weekend. Keep 'er real while I'm gone. Long blog might get written on Saturday, depending on if I feel like entertaining myself while my host is at work, or if I just sleep in and read the paper and drink coffee and play with her computer. It's a 50-50 split.
posted by M at 8:51 PM
2 Comments:
Curling: The Sport of King's Janitors.
English is such an absurd language.
-Suley
I never would have thought to consider that phrase that way...
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