10/06/2005 Entry: "chicken ice"

A little over a year ago I described how I stay entertained at work (then at AATI): (link)

As usual I get through the day by making stupid not funny jokes in my head that amuse me to no end, and often imagine fun scenarios involving me jamming pipettes into the eyes of the employees of the other companies that share this building with us. I don't really have a reason. Sometimes they hog the autoclave, I guess. That's a reason...

I accompanied it with a wondeful picture.

These urges have, in a very disturbing but entertaining way, always been there and most always will be. I have a new urge that I have to fight every day. Thankfully it doesn't involve stabbing anyone. Not that those urges aren't there, but they aren't nearly as strong as this one.

About every day I cut a case of chicken. For those of you who are lucky enough to have no idea how big that is should simply replace the word "case" with "several metric ass-tons" and you'll get the general idea. This chicken is frozen and thus gets cut into neat little cubes. I REALLY WANT TO FILL OUR ICE MACHINE WITH THESE CUBES!" Do you know how funny and awesome it would be to watch someone fill their drink with chicken bits? Hot damn. The faces they would make, IF they even figured it out. The possibilities for funny are endless! HOW CAN I LIVE WITH THIS TEMPTATION?!?!

This is why I don't go to work drunk (well, one of the many reasons). I need that little voice in my head that goes "BAD SEAGER! BAD!" then more than any other time. (with the possible exception of when I'm playing with my pellet gun)

One of these days...