Flicking You Off--Accidentally?

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Over the lovely restful holiday weekend wherein I burnt myself to a crisp and generally did nothing I also got in a little football with The Brothers. In the process I sprained/jammed/broke/bruised/screwedup my middle finger. It was purpled and swollen. Stiff and useless.

Wanting to get all possible mileage out of this (and it did hurt, very, very badly) I found a splint and was able to garner more sympathy than I thought possible. With the splint on my finger, it made my finger stand up rather... straight. When typing. When talking with my hands. When writing.

Once everyone realized I wasn't flicking them off, persay. I was able to use it as a crutch. Cranky managers that I thought I was going to toss through the door. I'd casually start writing a memo, finger pointing heavenward with a mischievous glint in my eye. They weren't sure whether to falsely accuse me or fall for the innocent eyes. They would stand uncomfortably in front of my desk and scuttle out. Not sure whether to be incensed or to laugh.

If I've learned one thing at my job, it's to be subtle.

2 Responses to “Flicking You Off--Accidentally?”

  1. Anonymous Rox 

    I thought it was "Flipping" Off. ?? hmm.....

  2. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    Innocent eyes.. sure, uh huh...

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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