Generally I love my job, but not all the time. Right now it is being a teensy bit stressful. Stressful like oral surgery stressful.
The upside is that when the going gets tough, the weirdos get busy.
Rach: "Nah, I've tried it before."
Mindy: "Maybe we need some sort of fuel. Like hairspray or something?"
Rach: "Oh, good idea!"
I sent an instant message to ChevyPickup: "Do you have any hairspray? Preferably aerosol?"
CP: "Yes. Why?"
Rach: "Just bring it down to my office."
I wound up the nun and was about to set it loose on my desk, when the Boss stopped in my doorway.
Boss: "What are y'all doing?"
Mindy: "We're going to spray the nun with hair spray to see if we can get it to flame up when the she sparks."
Boss doesn't say anything for a moment. Then: "I think I'm going to leave now. And not come back."
So, I sat the nun down and she did her spark-ly best while CP sprayed her in the face with flammable styling product.
Absolutely nothing happened. And now my desk is sticky.
But I feel better.