Jobs and scripts

There are Developments Afoot at work, so most of us are dusting off our CVs and trying to remember how the whole job application thing goes, just in case. The general feeling is stress and uncertainty, because most of us have a fair bit of work to do at the moment as well. Not too fun.

So tonight I grudgingly hunted high and low to find a booklet I've always found handy for these sorts of things, and when I opened it, I discovered a page of refill I'd scribbled on. When I looked closer, it appeared to be a conversation between me and a sleeping pill. At least one of the characters was speaking lolcatz. I was both perplexed and amused, (I'm pretty sure it's from 3 years ago, which was not exactly a happy time), so I thought I'd share/inflict it on some other people.

BODY: I need sleep! I cannot function!

PILLS: (sidles up and wiggles eyebrows suggestively)

BODY: Oh hai! Will you help me sleep?

PILLS: (Shiftily looks sideways) Sure.

BODY: (Frowns) You look awfully familiar, are you those pills I used before? I did not like those pills.

PILLS: Ye- no, not at allz. We are entirely new and different pills. You WANT us.

BODY: OK.

Next morning:

BODY: Wow! I slept! You must be magical pills!

PILLS: Yeeeup, sure. That's exactly what we are (coughs surreptitiously)

BODY: See you again tonight! It's on!

PILLS: (whispers) Sucker.

The morning after:

BODY: Oh noes! I has exhaustion and headache! Slurr....ing worfs. Shakes. So. Cold! I zombie. Pills, wtf?

PILLS: (maniacal laughter) Oh did we not tell you? We are from the old and evil Medicini crime family. We always make you pay!

Yes, I'm not sure what I was on (probably stress and sleeping pills), but it gives you an idea of what my mind looked like then. It's kinda fun and cracked out.