h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Theory!!!

Whassup?

I started to work book department today. What a pain.

peace.

You're kidding! All this time you've been wanting to get off registers and now the book department isn't any good?

Hi everyone

hello

Where is it youwork, Theory?

a bookstore...

and Lady Scott, let me clairify. IT IS A PAIN TO LEARN. However, a lot more fun than register.

peace.

Ah. I see.

You're a man of such few words that it does sometimes cause little misunderstandings like that...

And there you thought you were done with having to learn stuff now that you've granulated, too...

no! I never thought that...
(keeps words short and precice as to not dissapoint anyone)

peace.

But it could possibly confuse us..

*weighs "dissapointment" vs "confusion"*

ooh, well, regardless...

peace.

*giggles*

If I could throw my two cents' worth in.....

After I got out of school and started working
full time, I found that working is lots more
tiring than going to school.

Even worse is trying to take courses at night
or on weekends while you're working full-time.
Shea can attest to that, too.

But there's not a lot to be done about it.

I'll be at the garden centre tomorrow again

Surrounded by the geraniums that you hate.

I used to work in a greenhouse. There was
a whole greenhouse devoted just to geraniums.
I hated them, too, after working
with so many.

Horrible things...*shudders*

Might be a bit busy though- bags of compost and bedding plants- though they had some nice, expensive plants on gardener'd world tonight

"Horrible things...*shudders*"

I've always thought that geraniums are
put in graveyards because the dead can't
complain about them.

I would have thought being dead was punishment enough

Geraniums - they smell so bad and make you itch....

However, I've had some scented geraniums in the past that almost were nice enough to make up for that itching part.

I'm sorry they make you itch, Lady Scott.

I'm sorry you don't like having to work with
them, Sarge.

For some reason, I like their blossoms. I have
gradually learned to like their smell. They're
very low-key and unpretentious. Dahlias and
peonies, hydrangeas and rhododendrons all seem
poised to assault you and make you surrender.
Geraniums just sit there and exist. They don't
grow fast. They don't demand to be worshiped.
Martha Stewart does not make a big deal over them.
Nobody goes to flower shops to get bouquets
of them for their sweethearts.

That's my kind of flower: unassuming, not
glamorous, just kind of soothing and trustworthy.