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[quiregrrl]

I find it disconcerting when my hormones respond to very masculine blokey cismale creatures... i can only put it down to not-so-latent breeding imperative... there's a tradie in our office who's trying to install a new powerpoint, and he's tall and broad and softly spoken with a thick Scottish accent and he has a spectacular scar down the back of his arm from about halfway along his forearm and disappearing into his short sleeve shirt and it's VERY distracting... okay maybe it's half latent breeding imperative and half scar fetish :)

The tradie and his helper are trying to feed an electrical conduit down through the wall cavity from the ceiling to near the floor, and having lots of trouble getting it there, leading to this conversation just now -

Helper: Can you feel it?
Tradie: No nothing yet oh wait stop, that's it, pull back a bit, yep, yep, I think I've got it, now push it through
Helper: it feels like it's stuck
Tradie: yeah, push hard
Helper: I can't get it through
Tradie: can you feel me tugging it?
Helper: nah
Tradie: fook, I can't bend this up any further without doing damage, I'm just going to have to keep it up against the wall ... ok, pull back a bit and try again
Helper: it sounds like it's banging against something metal, is there something metal in there?
Tradie: Mate I don't know what's in there, could be anything
Helper: It's still not going through
Tradie: Mate, we've got to get it down there somehow or I've done this hole for nothing.

They've now been in the office since 10am, minus half an hour for lunch... at least they're making me giggle now :)

Oh yay they just got it... "keep going, all the way, is it tight?" ... trying not to giggle out loud :)

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[quiregrrl.livejournal.com]

Me too, it was great!! :)