Does It Speak Bocce? The large wooden crates are lined up outside the building filled with various old I.T. equipment waiting for removal and disposal. I'm having a poke around them with Paul.
"Well he's already been out complaining about what a waste this is" Paul informs me about our coworker. "He's removed all the ink from the deskjets" There is a vast amount of deskjets scattered around that will never be used again for anything by anyone.
"They'll never be used by anybody and they'll dry up and be even more useless then him" I comment.
"yup"
"So you looking for anything in particular here?" I ask.
"Well ideally I'd like a flat screen monitor" Paul replies without much hope. Indeed the only monitors here are well worn and busted CRTs.
"What about yourself?" He asks me as I squeeze between two crates to get to another.
"What I really need is a droid that understands the binary language of moisture vaporators." I mutter this quietly as people are passing and I don't want them to think that I.T. are as geeky as we are. I think I did it too quietly as he doesn't seem to hear this witticism so I turn round to say it louder and feel a sharp jab in my arse.
"Arrrrrrgh! I've got a splinter in my arse!" I scream. People turn and look.
I have just pulled and inch long splinter from my arse.
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