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For all the comments on the last post. People like yourselves keep me going; not everyone is a shit and an arsehole, no matter how much it feels that way sometimes.
Anyway, before I go off to my bed (and I figure it's bedtime when you close your eyes and your body goes mmmm... just leave 'em like that, eh?) I thought I'd share something else that happened at work today.
I'd just made a round of tea (any decent practice thrives on many mugs of tea and/or coffee and evening surgery had yet to hit its normal manic stride) and the practice manager said:
"Oh, what was this about Maiden and the Osbournes I read about?"
Well, I carefully placed the tray down in the dispensary and I told her. And then - some minutes in, and elaborating on just exactly what I thought about the parody of a Metal God being sold to the media by his scheming Ho-bag missus - I realised that she was leaning on the counter with a little half smile and my other colleagues were peering round the door with expressions ranging from hysteria to astonishment. Me now, I was in full Rant Mode; finger raised, eyes flashing, teeth bared and nostrils flared like a warhorse that's heard the call.
I stopped, a wee bit startled I'd got so carried away. The practice manager smiled at me, rather fondly.
"I knew you'd know," she said.
Me? Passionate?
Er...
Yeah.
*Heheh*
Anyway, before I go off to my bed (and I figure it's bedtime when you close your eyes and your body goes mmmm... just leave 'em like that, eh?) I thought I'd share something else that happened at work today.
I'd just made a round of tea (any decent practice thrives on many mugs of tea and/or coffee and evening surgery had yet to hit its normal manic stride) and the practice manager said:
"Oh, what was this about Maiden and the Osbournes I read about?"
Well, I carefully placed the tray down in the dispensary and I told her. And then - some minutes in, and elaborating on just exactly what I thought about the parody of a Metal God being sold to the media by his scheming Ho-bag missus - I realised that she was leaning on the counter with a little half smile and my other colleagues were peering round the door with expressions ranging from hysteria to astonishment. Me now, I was in full Rant Mode; finger raised, eyes flashing, teeth bared and nostrils flared like a warhorse that's heard the call.
I stopped, a wee bit startled I'd got so carried away. The practice manager smiled at me, rather fondly.
"I knew you'd know," she said.
Me? Passionate?
Er...
Yeah.
*Heheh*
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Date: 2005-09-09 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-09 03:55 am (UTC)And yeah, I agree with your comments about Ozzy and the...erm..THING he's married to. I weep for the Ozzman. Remember when he was the thing that parents feared?
Sigh.
Am glad I'm one of the many who make you feel better. You do the same for me :)
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Date: 2005-09-09 08:45 am (UTC)I wish I could've seen that. I totally know what you mean - I've gone off on a couple of music (and particularly Maiden) related rants in my time that have made people go O_O and back up a step or two.
Though if they look too surprised I just go: "What? Isn't there anything you love that much?" :)
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Date: 2005-09-09 09:00 am (UTC)