The epic tale of the creepy squeeky!Santa
Dec. 10th, 2004 04:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitereflectionOur department, as every other department here in the Library does, has a small stash of holiday decorations we use every year. I must admit, they're not good looking decorations--they're kind of ratty and old and sad looking, and I might suggest to the others that we somehow replace/update them for next year.
But that's beside the point. The important bit to know is a couple of the decorations are these small plastic toy-things--basically, a plastic red 'chimney', where if you lift the hinged top, a badly painted fugly looking Santa head pops up with a wheezy *Squeek*. The first Christmas we had after I started down here in cataloging, I determined that these squeeky-Santas were just plain creepy. I can't recall exactly, but after that point, my coworker Cathy then started to tease me a bit about it, each year doing a bit more to taunt me with teh creepy.
And of course I forget by the next holiday, which explains why I was startled and extremely amused to see the squeeky!Santa of doom sitting on top of my cubicle wall this morning, looming at me. Looming, I say. >.>
Took me a moment to remember who would be responsible for such a thing, and of course I accused Cathy, who was able to say that Oh no! She hadn't done such a thing--because she'd made Anj do it. ^^ (Anj of course made sure to say "Wasn't *my* idea" when I poked at her)
So anyway, it's afternoon, after everyone else has gone home, and I decide to hide the squeeky!Santa in Cathy's cubicle for when she comes in Monday. But this is when I should remind that there are two of these things, because when I next went over to retrieve the (rather large) amount of juvenile books from their shelf (damned Scholastic Book Fair), there's another blasted squeeky-Santa, sitting between where the juvies and the young adult books would be kept, leering at me. Leering I say. >.>
So yes, I hid that one in Cathy's cubicle, too. See, I noticed she has this mug on one of her desks, opposite her computer desk (which is where squeeky!#1 went)--and she had a coaster resting on top of her mug. So squeeky!#2 thus went inside the coffee mug, and coaster rested back on top of it, hiding teh evidenceness.
Har har har. >3 So, I wonder if one or both will get noticed on Monday morning, and if I'll find any looming or leering at me when I come in for the day. Ve shall zee, yesh.
I may bring in my digital camera then and get a picture, just to prove how fugly-creepy these things be. Wonder if I could get a movie clip to show the wheezy-freaky squeek. *ponders* For the creepy must be shared, of course. And any further developments will, of course, be also shared. For it is an epic tale, I tell you. 3p1c. Yesh.
(I am in a strange mood, yes. Cranky and sarcastic and cynical and tired and yet oddly giddy, and of course this just all amuses me, so... Doesn't help I haven't really eaten anything since early this am, except for a latte and a handful of chocolate caramel things >_> Anyway.)
But that's beside the point. The important bit to know is a couple of the decorations are these small plastic toy-things--basically, a plastic red 'chimney', where if you lift the hinged top, a badly painted fugly looking Santa head pops up with a wheezy *Squeek*. The first Christmas we had after I started down here in cataloging, I determined that these squeeky-Santas were just plain creepy. I can't recall exactly, but after that point, my coworker Cathy then started to tease me a bit about it, each year doing a bit more to taunt me with teh creepy.
And of course I forget by the next holiday, which explains why I was startled and extremely amused to see the squeeky!Santa of doom sitting on top of my cubicle wall this morning, looming at me. Looming, I say. >.>
Took me a moment to remember who would be responsible for such a thing, and of course I accused Cathy, who was able to say that Oh no! She hadn't done such a thing--because she'd made Anj do it. ^^ (Anj of course made sure to say "Wasn't *my* idea" when I poked at her)
So anyway, it's afternoon, after everyone else has gone home, and I decide to hide the squeeky!Santa in Cathy's cubicle for when she comes in Monday. But this is when I should remind that there are two of these things, because when I next went over to retrieve the (rather large) amount of juvenile books from their shelf (damned Scholastic Book Fair), there's another blasted squeeky-Santa, sitting between where the juvies and the young adult books would be kept, leering at me. Leering I say. >.>
So yes, I hid that one in Cathy's cubicle, too. See, I noticed she has this mug on one of her desks, opposite her computer desk (which is where squeeky!#1 went)--and she had a coaster resting on top of her mug. So squeeky!#2 thus went inside the coffee mug, and coaster rested back on top of it, hiding teh evidenceness.
Har har har. >3 So, I wonder if one or both will get noticed on Monday morning, and if I'll find any looming or leering at me when I come in for the day. Ve shall zee, yesh.
I may bring in my digital camera then and get a picture, just to prove how fugly-creepy these things be. Wonder if I could get a movie clip to show the wheezy-freaky squeek. *ponders* For the creepy must be shared, of course. And any further developments will, of course, be also shared. For it is an epic tale, I tell you. 3p1c. Yesh.
(I am in a strange mood, yes. Cranky and sarcastic and cynical and tired and yet oddly giddy, and of course this just all amuses me, so... Doesn't help I haven't really eaten anything since early this am, except for a latte and a handful of chocolate caramel things >_> Anyway.)