It's raining and I CBB doing real work.

I work in a lab. My "desk" is actually a lab table, and I open up the cabinet door of the lab table to tuck my knees/feet in. You got the picture? Black topped, easy-to-clean lab tables? Swirly high chair, feet in the cabinet?

So that's the setting. Lemme tell you about the CHARACTERS.

We'll start with Skipper. His name isn't Skipper. But he's like the manager of this lab, or something. He's not REALLY, but I call him the Lab Momma. He knows where everything is, and why, and how it got there, and if you need things, you go to Skipper for it. He's my favorite of the lab. Super quiet, but sneaky and subtle in his jokes. Every now and then, he'll just randomly get up and walk off. I think he's just like me, but in older man form. Is that weird? What does it say about me that my favorite is the older male version of myself? Gawd, we're AWESOME.

Next we have Mumbles. We have a communication problem. I honestly... have no idea... what he says... It's not that he mumbles, he speaks clearly. He just speaks so SLOWLY, and QUIETLY, that by the time he's to the end of a sentence, I've already stopped listened and moved on with my thoughts and he's still on that same thought.... I feel bad about it. Today at lunch, with that group (SEE PREVIOUS ENTRY), he started a story. But before he finished, NO ONE was listening and had moved on to other convos and he just... quietly... faded his story away... But then again, he stole my original desk space, so don't feel TOO bad for him.

Lastly, we have Hipster Hettie. Does Hettie seem a hipster name? I don't even know if I'm entirely sure what a hipster is. Remember when you tried to tell me? And I was like, Ern. What the what are you on about?? Right, so Hettie the Maybe Hipster is really nice and all. She talks a lot, but not TOO much. She doesn't annoy me, which you probably know isn't all THAT hard to do. Yeah, so, the things that DO bother me about her though is.... she never washes her hair. Or fixes it. Or BRUSHES IT. Ern. Ern. Why? It bothers me. I have to look at it. I'm looking at it RIGHT NOW. Right now. It's awful. And she wears this 80's giant ugly glasses. Again, I just ask, WHY. To each their own, sure, but she doesn't have to LOOK at HER GLASSES. I do. I hate them. We know it's all about me. Lastly, for Hettie, I think she wants to be friends. She texts me all the time, random things, RANDOM things, all hours. -___-

I'm a horrible person. Next time, I'll tell you about the people in the lab next door.