Teamworking with Yummy Monkeys
School’s finally switching to semi high-speed gear, and ladies and gentlemen: here comes the school works and assignments. Oh, don’t we all just love it?
(And in case you’re wondering, yeah, apparently the education system here in Ireland does not start until very late, at least not this year, due to changes in curriculum and what have you. Anyway, it’s sorta convenient.)
Anyway, school work in a business school basically means that you will have to work in groups. Weehee. I love working in groups, I really do. I mean, I might get teamed-up with people who aren’t as brilliant or hard-working as I am (yes, I’m bragging), but it’s OK, I can always telltale on the tutor or make him/her get kicked out when things go real bad (haha!). I just find it to be just more fun to work with people - the interaction, the problems, the arguments, the friendship, the tension of not meeting deadlines, etc.
But there is one thing that I find to be bothering me when I work in groups:
the existence of good looking mofo, or yummy monkeys, or fit lads, or Mr. Fuckable - whatever, in my group. Drats!
They’re just distracting me! Don’t blame me for not being able to resist stealing glances at them, who told them they should be that easy on the eye! Anyhow, I have been known to be nervous and get weak in the knees (OK, not that bad, but my hands trembled once long ago) when I am around handsome fellas, so how can I work properly when I can’t even stay down and look at him in the eye?
This is the case with one of my current group. There’s this Irish guy, and oh man oh man is he hot or what. He’s tall, he’s muscular (he’s got big arms, rrrr…), he’s got killers eyes (ooh), and he’s just too adorable when he smiles (aww). Hmm. And oh, apparently, he’s not too bad in the brain department. Life is kinda unfair sometimes, huh?
Hhh, hope I can make it til the end of the project without making a fool of meself.
October 17th, 2006 at 11:12 pm
there there…
October 23rd, 2006 at 10:08 pm
i wanna see him jak!! hehehe