Oh what a day
Mar. 1st, 2006 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
layangabiPoor Clara. First, alloc-8, or TPTB assigned all of us from bright, shiny room in John Medley to dark, cramped room up on the 5th floor of the Doug McDonnell. Clara was not pleased. Neither were we. But this did not satisfy the dark twisted humour of TPTB.
Sunglight: *hits eyes*
Me: *squirm, tries to avoid while listening to Clara*
Clara: You're in the direct line of sunlight aren't you? Okay. Could someone please close that curtain---?
*room goes completely dark*
Clara:...OKAY. Maybe if someone could turn on the lights? *someone obliges*
Room: *one solitary light out of God knows how many flickered on*
Clara: *headdesk*
Sunglight: *hits eyes*
Me: *squirm, tries to avoid while listening to Clara*
Clara: You're in the direct line of sunlight aren't you? Okay. Could someone please close that curtain---?
*room goes completely dark*
Clara:...OKAY. Maybe if someone could turn on the lights? *someone obliges*
Room: *one solitary light out of God knows how many flickered on*
Clara: *headdesk*
