MindlessChatter

Ok so here is the story, just to set things straight. The first part of the story is already documented here :   Following this conversation my Co-Workers decided it would be funny to put pictures of unicorns all over my cube. There must have been at least 20 different pictures of pink unicorns and various unicorn accessories (purses, slippers, etc.) lining the top of my cubicle.   I thought it was funny and we had a good laugh, until the next week when they noticed that I still hadn’t taken down the pictures.   “Um,…Are you going to take those down? They’ve been up for over a week now.” “Nope, I’m going to leave them up and direct every question back to you.   This way you have to explain why my cube was assaulted with mythical creatures.” This strategy backfired a bit because the only answer they gave was “Biblioteder likes unicorns.”   I wasn’t bothered by this response too much until upper management started to wander around.   More than...

I recently had a conversation with a co-worker where in which I mentioned that I just purchased a copy of The Last Unicorn .  She actually stopped mid stride, “Unicorns? I didn’t peg you for the unicorn type.” Then shook her head and walked away.  “Wait a minute,” I yelled. “You don’t understand, it’s not a book just about unicorns.  There’s a bull made of fire and magicians.” She gave me a suspicious grin “…and it just happens to have unicorn in the title?” “Well yes, it is about a king who is gathering all the unicorns in the world because it is the only thing that makes him happy.” “So….he collects unicorns to make him happy” “That’s correct, but…” I start. “Are they pink fluffy unicorns?” she asks while stifling a giggle. “White with a periwinkle mane.” (I was referencing the movie at this point). By now she is doubled over in laughter and I feel that the conversation has taken a dangerous turn towards humiliation.  “No dammit, listen.  The movie i...