The top 1000 ways to notice that you are too tired to continue work

[Simple Simon]

You get a call from 'outside' (thus have to give the name of your workplace in addition to yours) and can't remember what to say.

 

[Sharwood]

You have to look at your name-tag to remember your own name. (Yes, I have done this.)

 

[eastsidebagel]

You believe yourself to be some kind of hummingbird.

Let me guess: This reference comes straight from The Simpsons, am I right?

 

[Sharwood]

Let me guess: This reference comes straight from The Simpsons, am I right?

Yep. Now I'll try to drink nectar from Sanjay's head.

 

[eastsidebagel]

Yep. Now I'll try to drink nectar from Sanjay's head.

I bow to you, master! I never would have known how to adequately answer that question!

 

[Sharwood]

You start accidentally posting images from Dumpster Sluts without realising it. (I've done that too)

 

[Dumanios]

You convert to Buddhism.

 

[Bratmon]

You tell your boss what you really do all day.

 

[Dumanios]

You bring your pet snake with you in a flight.

 

[Simple Simon]

You bring your pet snake with you in a flight.

I know a guy who used to smuggle snakes by placing them inside his kid's cuddly pillows. That's one thing that never went on the Xray machine, so he was never caught.

And another way of noticing you're too tired to work:

you go fetch a snack while your PC reboots, and when you come back from the kitchen you wonder where your coworkers have gone. until you realize that you are working at home..... (facepalm)

 

[Zack]

I'm even too tired anymore to properly completing this pooooooooooooooooooooooo...

I think you need fiber.

 

[nc-1701]

Not quite work but....

When your in Calculus class mechanically taking notes because your too tired to concentrate, and you feel yoursel drifting off and then jerk yourself awake. Upon looking down at your paper you see you wrote...

f(x)=x^3+4x^2+7x+19
f'(x)=When you have a 12 y/o girl

You spend about 2 seconds wondering WTH you would have wrote if you hadn't woken up, then you swear under your breath and hurriedly erase it and hope nobody saw your paper. Then with disaster averted you shudder at the thought of what might have happened had you not woken up...

 

[The Omega]

You spend your entire essay discussing not the actual topic, but the fact that the author's anecdote about her hatred of the blue eyed, blond haired dolls she was given as a child is in fact not an attack on the media's image of beauty, as most would assume, but is in fact the author attempting to cope with the fact that she isn't an Aryan, and is depressed with her genetic inferiority.

The fact that I am passing English at this point is simply astounding.

 

[Sharwood]

The last three posts have been, to use an internet term, "full of win."

@nc-1701: What exactly do you do "when you have a 12 y/o girl?"

 

[The Omega]

What exactly do you do "when you have a 12 y/o girl?"

What do you think?

 

[Sharwood]

What do you think?

Well I know what I'd do - I'm a filthy pervert who cares not one whit for age restrictions. But I'm not nc.

You get into a shouting match about a single word in a typed sentence, and whether or not it should be replaced by another word "because it sounds better." (Again, something that has happened to me. I won though, so yay)

 

[nc-1701]

The last three posts have been, to use an internet term, "full of win."

@nc-1701: What exactly do you do "when you have a 12 y/o girl?"

Clearly you do "F'(x)" That's what mah paper said

Honestly I have no idea whatsoever... I just woke up to find myself writing that on the paper. Part of me wishes I'de finished whatever I was writing before I woke up, but part of me is happy not to know what I was going to put there... Now the obvious answer for what my unconscious had planned would be aptly described as "jailbait", but my unconscious works in really weird ways that are completely unpredictable by my conscious mind so I don't have a freakin clue

 

[Sharwood]

Clearly you do "F'(x)" That's what mah paper said

Honestly I have no idea whatsoever... I just woke up to find myself writing that on the paper. Part of me wishes I'de finished whatever I was writing before I woke up, but part of me is happy not to know what I was going to put there... Now the obvious answer for what my unconscious had planned would be aptly described as "jailbait", but my unconscious works in really weird ways that are completely unpredictable by my conscious mind so I don't have a freakin clue

Well, we know what "F" means, we just have to determine "x." There's a few possibilities for that one. Five, by my count, though it's six if Quagmire is to be believed.

That's what we call 'automatic writing' my friend. You put pen to paper and start writing without thinking about it, and thoughts and desires you didn't even know you had come out. I've done it, and discovered that I wanted to stab my step-father in the eyes with rusty nails. Considering my step-father is a massive tool, this didn't come as much of a surprise to me.

It would appear that your subconscious has a thing for 12 y/o girls. I'd suggest you start typing a post on CFC without thinking about what you're typing. Hopefully we'll all find out what you had in mind.

 

[Zack]

Well, we know what "F" means, we just have to determine "x."

Titties, maybe?

 

[The Omega]

-You start tracing the wood grain lines on your desk.

-You stare at the same spot for half an hour, without realizing it.