We're Pimps for Jesus!

I made a solemn oath to my dear friend Mel that I wouldn't talk about work on my blog (well, it wasn't really "solemn" or an "oath" per se, but I made a coment in passing that I wasn't going to talk about the job...anyhoo...). Not because she doesn't want to hear about it, but because it's probably not the most professional thing to do. But, something funny happened yesterday that I thought was blog-worthy.

Random House decided to give all of us employees an internal instant messaging system. It's very convenient, because now I barely ever have to leave my cube (not helping in the exercise department). And sometimes it lends itself to some fun conversations. Like the one Terri and I had yesterday. We were discussing the arrival of two of our authors, Alex and Brett Harris, at our office for a party.

Carly: Hey Terri, are you going to the author reception today?
Terri: Yeah, didn't you hear me practicing my clapping?

Carly: No.

Terri: Are you going?
Carly: Free food, and a chance to get out of my chair. I'm there.

Carly: So how come you were clapping?
Terri: Lindsey (a co-worker) and I do this thing where every time an email comes through about the Harris twins, we clap. We don't really know why, but it seems like everyone else gets excited about them, so we do too.

Carly: Yeah, it's like that on my side of the building too. We seem to put a lot into these guys. I guess they're selling a lot of books!

Carly: Hey, we're kinda like pimps.
Terri:.............Yeah, pimps for Jesus.


So now that I've written this, I've realized that it doesn't sound as funny as it was during the conversation. But I already typed all this stuff, so I'm going to post it anyway. Sorry for the sucky blog. I'll do better next time, I promise!