May. 18th, 2004 03:51 pm
On the prowl
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muckefuckThis morning, we had more unfamiliar people tramping through the department. When I saw the first guy, I assumed it was the architects returning and went back to my work; out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed his considerably more daddyish partner follow him out into the hall.
I immediately felt a need to visit the drinking fountain.
Not bad: Fiftyish, white-haired, strong nose and chin; big, hairy arms, round but firm bely. Crackers and cheese, maybe. I heard him speak and his accent (or, should I say, his ehaccint) made me suspect that perhaps he wasn't so white collar after all. When I got back to my desk, I alerted fellow bear-fancier Herr Speck to his presence. He shot me back an e-mail saying he had spotted the guy almost an hour earlier outside Personnel (they're from Risk Management)--and gotten totally busted! He'd also gotten busted earlier scoping out a chubby guy on the second floor.
As it turned out, I had some business on the second floor, but the only ursine around was a husky plasterer who was rather "backschön" (to awkwardly anglicise a Japanese word brought to my attention by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aadroma). I did get a chance to harrass Granola Boy about his new look. He's been wearing cords and flannel for as long as I've known him, but his hippie-length hair has just been traded in for a buzz cut and his beard has been shorn to a goattee. He's a cub and he didn't know it! Just now, I sent him some literature to orient him in his new lifestyle.
I immediately felt a need to visit the drinking fountain.
Not bad: Fiftyish, white-haired, strong nose and chin; big, hairy arms, round but firm bely. Crackers and cheese, maybe. I heard him speak and his accent (or, should I say, his ehaccint) made me suspect that perhaps he wasn't so white collar after all. When I got back to my desk, I alerted fellow bear-fancier Herr Speck to his presence. He shot me back an e-mail saying he had spotted the guy almost an hour earlier outside Personnel (they're from Risk Management)--and gotten totally busted! He'd also gotten busted earlier scoping out a chubby guy on the second floor.
As it turned out, I had some business on the second floor, but the only ursine around was a husky plasterer who was rather "backschön" (to awkwardly anglicise a Japanese word brought to my attention by
aadroma). I did get a chance to harrass Granola Boy about his new look. He's been wearing cords and flannel for as long as I've known him, but his hippie-length hair has just been traded in for a buzz cut and his beard has been shorn to a goattee. He's a cub and he didn't know it! Just now, I sent him some literature to orient him in his new lifestyle.