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clevermanka) wrote2009-03-05 02:00 pm
clevermanka) wrote2009-03-05 02:00 pm
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Incident
I swear, this sort of thing only happens to me. If it happens to other people, maybe they just don't talk about it. Maybe other people are smarter than I am. But it's funny. So I have to tell you.
I'm at my desk, getting ready to close my door to take my lunch/nap when my phone rings. It's Dean R. P., the Dean of the college. Ok, I figure this can't be good, because why would the dean call me instead of our chair or the graduate director? So I've already got my guard up, but still friendly and pretending like I'm not worried that something is wrong (I'm a pro at this by now).Well, Dean P. informs me that the college is offering one of our applicants a fellowship. A big one. Big enough that I need to write down all the perks of this deal because there are too many to keep in my head. I grab a pen from my pen cup. I hit the button on the top of the pen to engage the ball point.
And the thing explodes.
Not with ink. No, no. The actual case of the pen decides to dismember itself and hits me in the face.
And of course, I start to laugh (silently!). And laugh. And I'm trying to keep my laughing quiet so hard I'm gurgling a little and I've got tears running down my face and I hear Dean P. say "Lydia? Lydia?"
"It's ok," I manage to choke out. "I just...I need to get a new pen. This one exploded. Hang on."
She sympathizes about ink being all over my hands and instead of just fucking letting it go I have to explain to her that it's not ink, it's the whole casing of the pen and when I hit the button, it flew up and it hit me in the nose, and ... and at this point I give myself the mental equivalent of a face slap and tell myself to shut up already.
I tell Dean P. that I have another pen now, and could she please go over again the highlights of the fellowship offer and thank you very much I'll call the student immediately thank you to the College and we appreciate the fellowship offer very much thanks bye.
*headdesk*
I'm at my desk, getting ready to close my door to take my lunch/nap when my phone rings. It's Dean R. P., the Dean of the college. Ok, I figure this can't be good, because why would the dean call me instead of our chair or the graduate director? So I've already got my guard up, but still friendly and pretending like I'm not worried that something is wrong (I'm a pro at this by now).Well, Dean P. informs me that the college is offering one of our applicants a fellowship. A big one. Big enough that I need to write down all the perks of this deal because there are too many to keep in my head. I grab a pen from my pen cup. I hit the button on the top of the pen to engage the ball point.
And the thing explodes.
Not with ink. No, no. The actual case of the pen decides to dismember itself and hits me in the face.
And of course, I start to laugh (silently!). And laugh. And I'm trying to keep my laughing quiet so hard I'm gurgling a little and I've got tears running down my face and I hear Dean P. say "Lydia? Lydia?"
"It's ok," I manage to choke out. "I just...I need to get a new pen. This one exploded. Hang on."
She sympathizes about ink being all over my hands and instead of just fucking letting it go I have to explain to her that it's not ink, it's the whole casing of the pen and when I hit the button, it flew up and it hit me in the nose, and ... and at this point I give myself the mental equivalent of a face slap and tell myself to shut up already.
I tell Dean P. that I have another pen now, and could she please go over again the highlights of the fellowship offer and thank you very much I'll call the student immediately thank you to the College and we appreciate the fellowship offer very much thanks bye.
*headdesk*
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And you.
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SHEEEEEZE.
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Of course, I coulda used the same line in response to the inquisitive look from the guy in the next cube as I was reading it.
You rock. Thanks for brightening my day.
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Excellent!
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Bahhahahhaha.
Also, I feel your pain. :D
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