Oh, and my eccentricities extend to meetings.
I fucking hate meetings. I would rather dip my testicles in John McCririck's mouth filled with acid than sit through a meeting. However back in my last job most meetings happened in my office. Which meant that I could just sit at my desk. My desk that has all my toys on it. In meeings I have managed to do the following:

- Dress as a woman (with full foam buxom breasts)
- Fashioned a polystyrene rocket with a razorblade on the end.
- Put that program on the computer that makes it fart at intermittent periods.
- Mimicked every single hand gesture from my boss.
- Made a post-it note mask.
- Drew a giant picture of the starship enterprise attacking a medieval castle with my friend.
- Started a Mexican wave.
- Applauded every item on the agenda.

Ok, not eccentric, just a cunt.
(GONEism, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 10:28, 2 replies)

I'd work for you!
I have to keep my meeting games in my head. I tend to:
* give all those present nicknames and/or attribute them celebrity look-a-likes (I still have to stop myself calling one guy TinTin every time I see him)
* run through film plots in my head
* count ceiling/carpet tiles etc

... I'm not eccentric, just think I need a new job.
(Penguins_Made_Me_Do_It is a dolt ... and she don't care, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 10:34, closed)

I'm hopefully leaving mine soon
Do you want it? It's so boring you'll shit your pants just for something to do.
(GONEism, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 10:36, closed)