Musical Corner

Wolvie steps up to the podium, resplendant in conductor's tailcoat and stiff white shirt. He clears his throat and taps his little batton against the wooden stand to silence the assembled choir.

They take no notice of him, continuing to chat amongst themselves and Wolvie taps his batton harder.

The top half snaps off, pinging away into a dusty corner.

Wolvie scowls at the broken little plastic stick before tossing it over his shoulder and extending a claw instead.

He taps it against tthe podium, neatly slicing a corner off the wood.

He picks up the severed lump and pitches it hard into the choir, finally gaining their attention after rendering an innocent Barritone unconscious.

Wolvie: And now, a tribute to LT's New Deal rep.


*To the tune of "It's a Scandal" from Oklahoma*

He's an assehole! He's a moron! He will screw up your C.V...

He's officious and annoying and he'll let you have no fun, then he thinks that he's important cause he's got a staple gun.

Heeeeeeee's an assehole!... He's a moron. He has really hairy arms...

We all despise him cause he's boooooor-ing and utter-ly dev-oid of charm!

All bow

Wolvie: I thank you.

It's a small world... a very small world indeed... apparently

Took my old CV back to the New Deal people today, and lo and behold if my original pro-forma hadn't turned up and they didn't need my CV after all.
Nice of them to tell me that before I hauled my ass all the way in to town this morning.

So anyway, apparently they've located the reason for the mistake in the first place.
There is, I am told, another woman on their books who has EXACTLY the same name as me, right down to my middle name and everything, so they mistook my new CV for an update they were supposed to add to hers!

Wow, now isn't that amazing?? *she says, barely reigning in the cynicism*

And you know, it's never happened before, so I was told, (while the course rep was rooting through her filing cabinet mumbling "Oh no, not again" under her breath) so really, it's a most unusual thing to happen...

*nods*

Wolvie: You're looking bitter and cynical this morning, darlin'

LT: Why thank you ^_^


So now that that little drama's complete and I mailed off an aplication for a job in the university library (cause books are good, and students are fun) I have a stack of 147 exam papers that need checking through.

It never ends... *goes back to her dank little hole with a red biro*

It's one of those things really...

Wolviemuse tugs at LT's shirt, pointing wildly in the direction of the computer, whispering "write stuff... wriiiiite stuff..."
LT looks at the still gigantic pile of papers left to check through. They really, really need to be done by tomorrow...
Wolviemuse threatens that by the time she's done checking, he'll have gone off the boil and will no longer want to do anything at all.
The pile of papers flutters ominously... they really genuinely do have to be done by tomorrow and it's already past 9 o'clock...
Wolviemuse whispers more, suggesting doing them later on maybe... in a few hours or so...
Papers rustle in the breeze, whispering out that LT already has an early start tomorrow and can't survive yet another night on only 5 hours of sleep...
Wolviemuse points out that this is the first time in 3 weeks that he's really felt like doing something and that we're all ruining his moment and if we're going to be like that he may as well not even bother...
The papers cackle evily.

LT: *whimpers and bangs her head on the desk