Bavarian Cream Filled Doughnuts
By Sirinial
Summary: My tendency to let my mind wander during class sometimes gets a bit out of control. And let me just say, it disturbs me that Midii Une has so much potential as a comic character that goes untapped. I own nothing. Et cetera.
Yaaaaawn...
Okay, this is beyond a shadow of a doubt the single most boring meeting he has dragged me to yet. My nose itches, and my glasses aren't helping. And he's sitting right next to me. How in the world am I supposed to focus on what's being said when *he's* right there?!
All right, breathe in, breathe out, focus, listen, don'tthinkabouthim, don'tthinkabouthim, for the love of all that is rose related, DON'T THINK ABOUT HIM! How the heck are you going to do your job well enough to make him happy when you haven't even got the faintest clue what anyone is talking about?!
Uh oh. They want my input. Think fast, Midii!
"I'm really not ready to put forth an opinion yet, but perhaps Colonel Treize has some insights he'd like to share with us?"
Wow. That was almost a really good save... except now he's looking at me, and I really can't tell whether he's glaring or laughing at me. Probably both.
For someone who's perfect, he's kind of mean.
Oh my, he's standing up and flashing that "don't you just love me" lecture hall smile of his.
And I do. Someone help me, I'm melting.
"I'm afraid I'm forced to agree with that this organisation, while not impeding individual self-expression, is also not intended to be a forum for it..."
Now, I *know* I've heard that before, but wh- this meeting is about the DRESS CODE?!?
I really, really hate bureaucracy. Why doesn't everyone just admit that it would be sooooooo much easier if we just picked one person who knew what they were doing, what they wanted, and how to go about getting it (aka TREIZE KRUSHRENADA) to handle the decision-making? It would be less stressful all around.
Instinct is telling me to slam my head repeatedly into the table out of frustration, but somehow, that seems inappropriate. So, smile politely, and nod... very good.
And of course, now that I FINALLY know what the point of this meeting is, they decide it's time to break for doughnuts. Super. And the doughnuts are all plain, of course. Why couldn't they get the bavarian creme filled ones? It's been a really long time since I've had one of those. But you'd think at the very least they could spring for some honey gla-
COFFEE! YES! Coffee is good, coffee is my friend. I need it, gimme gimme gimme!
Oh, miraculous, life giving fluid! Yea, even as you scald the roof of my mouth, I worship thee.
Treize is waving me over to him. Now I *really* wish I could bang my head into something inanimate, because I know, KNOW, what's coming.
I snag one of the donuts, and offer it to His Excellency as he pulls me aside.
"No, thank you. Bored?"
I nod. "Aren't you?"
"Of course. I can think of a hundred ways I would rather be spending the morning -{a few potential ideas pop into my head at this point that he will never hear so long as I live}-, still, it would be impolite not to at least listen to what's going on, would it not?"
Any other person in this world making a comment like that to me would suddenly find themselves missing a tongue, and I would have myself a new badge. But it's Treize...
"Of course, your Excellency. I'll try to be more attentive.
GRRR! Why does he always do this to me?! I don't need to be at this stupid meeting, I'm just taking up space, air, and coffee.
And now I'm also horribly miserable. I've disappointed him.
I'll tell you, it's enough to make a girl crazy.
By Sirinial
Summary: My tendency to let my mind wander during class sometimes gets a bit out of control. And let me just say, it disturbs me that Midii Une has so much potential as a comic character that goes untapped. I own nothing. Et cetera.
Yaaaaawn...
Okay, this is beyond a shadow of a doubt the single most boring meeting he has dragged me to yet. My nose itches, and my glasses aren't helping. And he's sitting right next to me. How in the world am I supposed to focus on what's being said when *he's* right there?!
All right, breathe in, breathe out, focus, listen, don'tthinkabouthim, don'tthinkabouthim, for the love of all that is rose related, DON'T THINK ABOUT HIM! How the heck are you going to do your job well enough to make him happy when you haven't even got the faintest clue what anyone is talking about?!
Uh oh. They want my input. Think fast, Midii!
"I'm really not ready to put forth an opinion yet, but perhaps Colonel Treize has some insights he'd like to share with us?"
Wow. That was almost a really good save... except now he's looking at me, and I really can't tell whether he's glaring or laughing at me. Probably both.
For someone who's perfect, he's kind of mean.
Oh my, he's standing up and flashing that "don't you just love me" lecture hall smile of his.
And I do. Someone help me, I'm melting.
"I'm afraid I'm forced to agree with that this organisation, while not impeding individual self-expression, is also not intended to be a forum for it..."
Now, I *know* I've heard that before, but wh- this meeting is about the DRESS CODE?!?
I really, really hate bureaucracy. Why doesn't everyone just admit that it would be sooooooo much easier if we just picked one person who knew what they were doing, what they wanted, and how to go about getting it (aka TREIZE KRUSHRENADA) to handle the decision-making? It would be less stressful all around.
Instinct is telling me to slam my head repeatedly into the table out of frustration, but somehow, that seems inappropriate. So, smile politely, and nod... very good.
And of course, now that I FINALLY know what the point of this meeting is, they decide it's time to break for doughnuts. Super. And the doughnuts are all plain, of course. Why couldn't they get the bavarian creme filled ones? It's been a really long time since I've had one of those. But you'd think at the very least they could spring for some honey gla-
COFFEE! YES! Coffee is good, coffee is my friend. I need it, gimme gimme gimme!
Oh, miraculous, life giving fluid! Yea, even as you scald the roof of my mouth, I worship thee.
Treize is waving me over to him. Now I *really* wish I could bang my head into something inanimate, because I know, KNOW, what's coming.
I snag one of the donuts, and offer it to His Excellency as he pulls me aside.
"No, thank you. Bored?"
I nod. "Aren't you?"
"Of course. I can think of a hundred ways I would rather be spending the morning -{a few potential ideas pop into my head at this point that he will never hear so long as I live}-, still, it would be impolite not to at least listen to what's going on, would it not?"
Any other person in this world making a comment like that to me would suddenly find themselves missing a tongue, and I would have myself a new badge. But it's Treize...
"Of course, your Excellency. I'll try to be more attentive.
GRRR! Why does he always do this to me?! I don't need to be at this stupid meeting, I'm just taking up space, air, and coffee.
And now I'm also horribly miserable. I've disappointed him.
I'll tell you, it's enough to make a girl crazy.