Flavors, Food Choices, and Menu Planning - Friday, 4th period

[sharp_as_knives]

"Today," Hannibal told the students when they'd arrived, "we'll be going over ( sweet foods )

Chemistry 102, Friday, Period 2

[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

"Okay, you want explosions? You're gonna get explosions," James said with no prompting to start the class. He was at the front of the lab with two plastic tubs filled with water and two balloons with plastic tubes attached to them. It was time for an experiment.

( Boom! )

Coping With Change, Friday, Period 3

[furnaceface]

//This week, I'd like to discuss the different types of change a little more,// Jono began, once it seemed like his students had all settled in. //You might notice that I teach with something of a bias toward coping with the sudden, unexpected sort. I'll even admit here and now that 'sudden and unexpected' is rather the sort of change that I'd been expecting to discuss the most, since around here, that's generally the sort that leaps first to mind. That said, there are a few others that this class will have some bearing on, as well.//

He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the desk like usual.

( I'll start with... )

[Open!]

Student Council, Friday, Lunchtime

[bigdamnprincipal]

When the students arrived for their meeting, they'd find the usual assortment of sandwiches, chips, and sodas, but there were also carafes of hot chocolate, and Zoe had a cup of the good stuff in her hands already.

"Good afternoon," she said. "I hope you've all been staying warm. Believe it or not, tomorrow is the first day of February, which means we've got to get planning for Valentine's Day." If she made a bit of a face at the mention of the holiday, she was just thinking about all the pink. "The dance will be Friday, on Valentine's Day, so we need to think of how we want to decorate. I suppose we could come up with a theme," although she wasn't sure how they'd beat last year's idea, "so does anyone have any ideas they'd like to try?"

The Modern Workplace and You [Friday, Period 1]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

“Okay, class,” Pam said brightly. “Today we’re going to talk about a subject that is near and dear to my heart: creative problem solving. When you’re a Human Resources representative, you need to deal with all sorts of difficulties that might arise in the workplace environment, and it’s your job to be sure that the conflicts are settled in the most amicable and nonconfrontational way possible.”

Could you tell that Pam loved buzzwords? She did. She really, really did.

"Because usually it's not the person being accused's fault," Carol pointed out helpfully. "It's just that someone decided all of a sudden that being told they have enormous oven mitts for hands is a thing they should take to HR so Pam can salivate all over them. God, Lana, it was a compliment."

Because that was probably the HR complaint Carol should worry about. Not any of the numerous destruction-related ones.

“She’s so touchy about the hands,” Pam agreed with a sigh. Gigantic hands were a total turn-on for her. But then, so was everything else. “So sometimes you get people coming to HR to complain about getting compliments, or about Mr. Archer sexually harassing them again, or about someone making porn on official work equipment,” which, seriously, Ms. Archer got so snippy about, “and you have to take all of them really seriously or people can sue the company, like it’s ISIS’s fault that Archer can’t keep it in his pants.”

It was called a ‘hostile work environment,’ Pam.

"And if you get brought in," Carol added, "you have to like, act normal about it. And if someone else goes in and doesn't act normal about it, you have to be really quiet when you're laughing while watching them hit Pam with a puppet or whatever."

She slanted a look over, giggled, and added, "Sorry."

“It was my dolphin puppet,” Pam said, icily, “and just because his mother owns the company makes Archer think he can do whatever he likes.”

Well, he could. And did. So … got it in one, Pam.

“Speaking of puppets,” she said, in a much brighter tone. She produced one with no small amount of fanfare. “Meet Li’l Pammy! Li’l Pammy is very useful for facilitating awkward conversations.” Li’l Pammy was now addressing Carol. “Good afternoon, Carol. What brings you to HR today?”

"I got reported for setting something on fire, probably," Carol said, producing a nail file and proceeding to find that way more interesting than this hypothetical HR meeting.

“Well, Carol,” replied Li’l Pammy, in the sort of syrupy voice that implied she was speaking to a small child, “the problem here is that your co-workers like their desks, and their knick-knacks, and even their trash cans. And when you set those things on fire, you are showing a disrespect for them and for their individuality. Do you understand?”

"But what about my individuality?" Carol whined. "But fine, Li'l Pammy, in the name of getting through this -- fine. I won't set anyone else's stuff on fire and instead I'll express my individuality and creativity by setting unclaimed dumpsters on fire instead."

She looked up from filing her nails and rolled her eyes. "See how moronically easy that was?"

Li’l Pammy was being clenched in one of Pam’s fists, now. “You’re not even gonna try to take this seriously, are you?” Pam snapped. “I even went with the arson thing, and you can’t let me do one simple --”

"LET'S JUST WATCH THE STUPID MOVIE!!!" Carol shrieked, flinging her nail file to the floor.

“FINE!” Pam screamed. “I give up! Whatever! I got one of ISIS’s internal HR movies about conflict resolution, and you’re all going to watch it, and you’re going to like it!”

And when the screen lit up with the movie, that was when Carol's voice drifted in. "Um, yeah, so about that...I kind of switched movies."

She stood by it.