Some reasons why I find it hard to get too terribly bored at work:

Workmate 1: You mean "Doritos," right?

Workmate 2: No. Cheetos.

W. 1: Nacho cheese? The only chips that are Nacho Cheese are Doritos.  So... you want Doritos?

W. 2: No. Cheetos.  Chee-tos.

W. 1: Nacho cheese?

W. 2 [shouting]: CHEEEEEEEEEEE-TOOOOOSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

W. 1: Oh. Chee-tos.  Why didn't you say so in the first place?

And...

Workmate 3: Let's go to Reno.

Workmate 4: Yeah!  Let's do it!  Right now!

W. 3: Yeah. We could go up to Lake Tahoe.

W. 4: Who's going to pay for it?

W. 3: We'll have to find ourselves a Sugar Daddy.  Even better... a Sugar Daddy who lives at Lake Tahoe.

W. 4: We wouldn't want to spend all our time with him, though.

W. 3: True.  But if enough of us go, we should work out a schedule to keep him occupied while the rest of us go out and have fun.

Ahhh... cubicle country.  A fascinating place...

In other news, today is one of THOSE days.  Not so klutzy and annoying as to qualify for serious whinging, but just enough to make one rather grumble:

Spills, spurting toothpaste, inability to find matching socks, misplaced sunglasses as one drives squinting into the sunrise, idiots who don't look when changing lanes, blocks of stopped traffic for no apparent reason, evil morning meetings, perpetually leaking waterbottle, bosses in foul moods, wanting to simply go home and have quiet time but knowing that the evening had already been promised and so social face must be worn, growling at a computer that eats a good portion of work, questions for a supervisor MIA, trying to decipher contracts that don't have all the information I need, above all being on one's best behaviour because clients are visiting, having to use the loo but everytime I head over there both the women's and the men's are occupied, and [worst of all]having to endure Elton John sing "The Circle of Life" for the third time in one day.

Bah.

At least I got a bagel out of it.