This isn't in 100% script format, so bear with me...I was in a rush...
Fade In:
It is 3:00 in the afternoon in a typical Manhattan corporate office filled with cubicles and computer stations. A beautiful and striking Latina sits at her computer working hard. A tall, doofy, lanky fellow saunters over.
Lanky Doof:
Hey, it's Slacker Girl's birthday and we got her a secret fruit-tart-cake thing. We're all meeting in the back conference room right now. Shhh!
Beautiful Striking Latina:
Um, okay.
Cut to:
Small conference room with eight chairs around an oval table. A group of executives shuffle in and grab seats around the table. One woman, the Head Honcho, goes into the fridge to get the fruit-tart-cake thing, places it on the table, and the door opens. Slacker Girl enters
Group:
(in unison; half-heartedly)
surprise...
Slacker Girl:
Oh wow, I never would have guessed it, what with everybody disappearing at once
Group:
(in unison)
Ha Ha
Tall Annoying Guy:
How old are you now- 19?
Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha
Head Honcho:
She did get carded on our business trip to Chicago.
Slacker Girl:
Yeah. I did.
Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha
NJ Loser:
Good thing I don't get carded cause there's no photo on my Jersey driver's license. (pulls ot wallet) See.
Group:
(in unison)
wow. cool. haha.
NJ Loser:
But it's legal in NJ! Ha!
Group:
(in unison)
wow. cool. haha.
Head Honcho:
You, down at the end
(points to some lowly executive)
Cut the tart and pass the slices around
Lowly Executive:
Yes'm miss boss
(cuts the tart and passes the slices around)
Head Honcho:
So let me tell you all about the business trip that nobody wants to hear about:
WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH WAH...
Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha!
Beautiful Striking Latina:
Uh, I'm going to go back to work now.
Group:
(ignore her in unison; direct their attention to Head Honcho)
so tell us more, miss boss...
Fade Out.
I really truly madly HATE WITH ALL MY BEING office birthdays.
What is the purpose of the faux celebration? And why ask me over? I don't socialize with you people. You are not my homies, compadres or vatos...I never thought I'd say this, but can I just get back to work? Jeez!!!
*smooches*
---------------------
i bet you're teetering on the edge of sobriety
just to alleviate a few things
like the fear that you're standing here
cuz you want to be liked
you know you need your instrument
but does your instrument need to be miked?
Fade In:
It is 3:00 in the afternoon in a typical Manhattan corporate office filled with cubicles and computer stations. A beautiful and striking Latina sits at her computer working hard. A tall, doofy, lanky fellow saunters over.
Lanky Doof:
Hey, it's Slacker Girl's birthday and we got her a secret fruit-tart-cake thing. We're all meeting in the back conference room right now. Shhh!
Beautiful Striking Latina:
Um, okay.
Cut to:
Small conference room with eight chairs around an oval table. A group of executives shuffle in and grab seats around the table. One woman, the Head Honcho, goes into the fridge to get the fruit-tart-cake thing, places it on the table, and the door opens. Slacker Girl enters
Group:
(in unison; half-heartedly)
surprise...
Slacker Girl:
Oh wow, I never would have guessed it, what with everybody disappearing at once
Group:
(in unison)
Ha Ha
Tall Annoying Guy:
How old are you now- 19?
Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha
Head Honcho:
She did get carded on our business trip to Chicago.
Slacker Girl:
Yeah. I did.
Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha
NJ Loser:
Good thing I don't get carded cause there's no photo on my Jersey driver's license. (pulls ot wallet) See.
Group:
(in unison)
wow. cool. haha.
NJ Loser:
But it's legal in NJ! Ha!
Group:
(in unison)
wow. cool. haha.
Head Honcho:
You, down at the end
(points to some lowly executive)
Cut the tart and pass the slices around
Lowly Executive:
Yes'm miss boss
(cuts the tart and passes the slices around)
Head Honcho:
So let me tell you all about the business trip that nobody wants to hear about:
WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH WAH...
Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha!
Beautiful Striking Latina:
Uh, I'm going to go back to work now.
Group:
(ignore her in unison; direct their attention to Head Honcho)
so tell us more, miss boss...
Fade Out.
I really truly madly HATE WITH ALL MY BEING office birthdays.
What is the purpose of the faux celebration? And why ask me over? I don't socialize with you people. You are not my homies, compadres or vatos...I never thought I'd say this, but can I just get back to work? Jeez!!!
*smooches*
---------------------
i bet you're teetering on the edge of sobriety
just to alleviate a few things
like the fear that you're standing here
cuz you want to be liked
you know you need your instrument
but does your instrument need to be miked?
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