Past two days of work have consisted of conversations about beavers (and their different names), scapings of the female anatomy and other unmentionables. I think tonight topped it off with the phone call to the new 18 year guy to say that he is my virginal sacrifice. Oh god… poor kid won’t be able to look me in the eye! Why did they do this? The boys wanted me to go get them beer, and I said “What’s in it for me?” FAIL.