long-skirted Latin speakers from the planet Zurg

Conversations that make me feel like an alien:

1)
Coworker: "What did you do this weekend?"
Me: "I went to a wedding."
Coworker: "Ooh, did you get drunk?"*

2)
The whole skirt thing.**

3)
Me: "Yeah, I'm teaching myself Latin."
Coworker: "...why?"***

4)
Random Acquaintance: "Anyone else hungry?"
Me: "Yes! Very!"
R.A.: "Great! Let's have Devonshire tea!"****

5)
*Coworker inspects my window ledge of fictional space things, including Serenity, Starbug, a DRD, and a Skutter*
"Are they... planes or something?"*****

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* Seriously, why???
** I have finally tracked some long skirts down, and now have a spiffy winter wardrobe.
*** I keep feeling like staring at them blankly and asking "Why wouldn't I?"
**** Scones with jam and cream. I seem to be the only Aussie in existence who doesn't like this.
***** Yes, these are all different coworkers. They all think I'm very strange.

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the problem with open-plan offices

Mez working as an engineer:
...
...
*stares out the window*
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*checks email*
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(repeat ad infinitum)


Mez working as an editor:
*starts reading document*
"What?"
*continues*
"What on earth?"
*reads some more*
"No! NO NO NO NO! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"
*frantically red-pencils the page*
"ARGH! No! Stupid- Why would- BAD WRITING! SO BAD! Gah!"
*has now reached the end of page 1*


I'm not exactly the most relaxing colleague...