Pride and Prejudice and Jello or "I think that it's catching on, I'll move out to Saskatchewan."

Leave it to Joel Plaskett to write a lyric rhyme for Saskatchewan.

Oh lord. Earlier today, I walked in on one of the bosses around here, in a compromising position in the ladies room. First of all, let me mention that she is a type A sort of lady. Always on her phone telling people what to do, always impeccably dressed, "fashionably" underweight and unashamed of telling her 14 year old daughter that she is screwing up because she is not losing weight on her diet. A real piece of work.

So, as I was saying, earlier today, I charged into the washroom with my usual, deliberate manner and found, in the reflection of the mirror, Boss lady, staring at herself in the mirror with dress lifted up above her waist. Whether her self-regard was of a nature of admiration or admonishment, I cannot say. Either way, I skipped the pleasantry of greeting her and just headed on past into the stall. She hadn't enough time to react to being caught and therefore left promptly without a word. What could there have been for either of us to say? Except for me maybe saying "See anything good?" or whistled "Whit wooo!"...

I have officially become interested in Austen's Pride and Prejudice as of today. At first, I thought to myself: "It may not be in my disposition or stile to chuse reading this annoying example of George III english, nitwit society hoo haa." Then I got caught up in the damn thing. Elizabeth just stuck it to that bastard Mr. Darcy after his arrogant and insulting proposal and, I dare say, will find a way to shame all involved for their deceit of Jane. Uh huh. AND, now I can't stop speaking in the manner of these characters.

Just now, again in the bathroom (all the good stuff happens there) another colleague of mine, to whom I am not entirely well-disposed, entered the washroom rapidly as I was reaching across her path for my toothbrush. "My apologies to you for barring your way." I said. She gave me a weird look and threw her bag on the counter as she rushed for the stall. As her bag fell, she called out, "Just leave it on the floor." to which I replied, "Nonsense, I will retrieve it with pleasure." I hardly speak to these people at work and when I do open my mouth, it is only to say things of this nature. It amuses me so.

I am too affected by what I absorb. I am what worries Tipper Gore. Don't hear much about that crazy lady these days do ya? Unless you happen to be dining with Jello Biafra. I imagine his rampage against her is ceaseless. That's what I imagine when I imagine Jello Biafra. That and him flying a kite.

PS: I just sent off an email request to the americans to open an account for some business in Saskatchewan except, when writing the address, I called it Sasquatchewan to see if they would notice. Hee hee. I DO find myself awfully funny...