Not exactly a productive day...

[thegrrrl2002]

Trying to read through an updated Request for Proposals from the federal government:

...okay...146 pages...not prime...how the hell am I going to staple this?

:finds monster stapler, and staples::

Okay..page 1...wait, I need more sunflower seeds, that little sandwich for lunch didn't quite do it.
::reads::

No more modular budgets, damn, that's going to be a pain. Where's my hairclip? I can't work with my hair in my face like this.

::rummages through three drawers, finally finds appropriate clip in purse::

Okay, page 1. ::highlights new budget info::

::checks email--no new messages::

::refreshes flist--no new posts::

on to Page 2, and...

Jack looks up to see Daniel standing in front him, arms crossed. And staring. "What?" Jack says impatiently.

Daniel shrugs.

"I have work to do." Jack waves a hand over his desk. "Paperwork," clarifies.

But Daniel doesn't move. "I know." His biceps bulge just a little when he stands like that, Jack notices, not for the first time.

"Daniel."

"Jack."

Jack scrawls his name in the appropriate box, and places his shiny gold I'm-a-general-now pen back in its holder. "Daniel, we're not doing it in my office. End of discussion."

"Jack, it's midnight. No one is around."

Startled, Jack checks his watch. "No it's not--" Six o'clock, his watch reads. He picks up his next memo. "Cute, Daniel, very cute."

Daniel smiles proudly and Jack almost expects him to blurt out "made you look." Instead, though, he says, "I do know your security camera doesn't work."

"I know that too. And I've put in the request to have it repaired."

Nodding thoughtfully, Daniel continues, "I'm sure they'll be coming in any minute now to replace it, too. Unless you've forgotten to sign your own work request."

"Crap." Jack shuffles through his inbox, and yup, there it is, Work Request for SE-998, returned for signature. He tosses it down on his desk, and slumps back in his chair.

"That chair," Daniel comes closer, leaning over his desk. "It's, uh, leather, isn't?"

Jack rubs his fingers over the soft, worn chair covering. "Hmmmm."

.....

Where was I? Oh, yeah, the Solicitation.

::checks email::

Yay, email!

Comments

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

You're feeling better.

And your hair is clipped.

And you're writing.

/dusts off hands/ My work here is done.

/weg/

[wickdzoot.livejournal.com]

You are so cute. :beams:

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

All hail the mighty Chelle, Restorer of Mojo!

::bows down before you::

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Wait, is that another new icon? It's gorgeous!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Cute? So not cute. I'm big and scary. And my brain is totally unruly.

Oooh, kitties! ::pets cute kitties::

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

Hey, maybe we've found my secret fandom superpower. It's the ability to restore mojo.

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

So is yours.

Yes, it is. I made it last night. I was inspired by rache's theory that slash characters either bruise or bleed.

John bruises. Rodney bleeds.

I am happy really happy with the John icon, though. I tried a few things I hadn't before.

[tirica.livejournal.com]

He! That's exactly what I do when I should be studying.. only I don't write but read fics.. ;P

[skater-g8r.livejournal.com]

I love your brain 8-))

[catspaw-sgjd.livejournal.com]

Productiveness is all in the eye of the beholder (she says, sententiously).

And *this* eye ::points to face:: is quite satisifed that say, oh, 150 words, more or less? Satisfies the criteria for the above proposition.

Now go! Solicit! Or whatever the hell it is you're supposed to be doing *g*

[miera-c.livejournal.com]

If you took all the time I waste refreshing web pages pointlessly, I could probably have read the entire stack of books on my desk. And come up with a unified theory, even though I dislike science in general.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Isn't making me squee with delight on a regular basis enough for you? *g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I like both of them. Great caps for the emotion, and appropriate color schemes, too.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Brains, brains everywhere, wandering around, doing everything they shouldn't.

Sounds like a B horror movie.

Now that would be a fun fic, wouldn't it?

*g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

::kisses you::

I love your naughty-icon-making brain, too. *g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I like your Theory of Productiveness. I shall subscribe to it from now on.*g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

LOL. Sometimes I'm amazed I ever made it through grad school. I think I was more focused when I was younger.

Now I can just happily stare into space all day.

[tirica.livejournal.com]

*laughs* isn't there this stupid Steve Martin movie with brains in jars?

*shudders and tries to get images out of her head*

[destina.livejournal.com]

Somehow I just knew those two would make their way back to the paperwork eventually. *is happy*

And now, I have to get back to mine.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes! Loved that movie. *g* I have a thing for silly Steve Martin movies. At least his older ones.

Come on, can't you just see it, brains floating around the gateroom, spinal cords attached, and big ole eyeballs sticking out, and Jack just shaking his head?

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I just find Jack/Paperwork adorably sexy. *g*

[tirica.livejournal.com]

ahh well I liked those older movies too when I was younger.. but thinking about them now.. I don't feel like ever rewatching them ;P

And also ohhh no! I can totally see that.. I'm unsure about it being a good thing though.. o.O hmm now I won't get that image out of my head *gg*

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

I love making you squee.

I love it when you make me squee.

It's the pleasure of the mutual squee.

With rum and suntan oil.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

::squeee!!!::

So naughty. *g*

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweetie,

And that icon? Always sends me to the porny place. I know it shouldn't because John isn't really being fucked by Rodney, but it does.