I'm at work, and my coworkers are the crew from The 40 Year Old virgin. That female boss comes up to me and tells me I'm being transferred to some other department — something to do with games development — and that's how I ended up with these new coworkers.

I go to lunch, and I'm not sure if stuff happened here, I kinda forgot, but on my way back, I notice that a ship has crashed or something on the nearby beach. It's like a big oil tank or something, and it's split into 3 sections. I'm riding around in like a kid's toy car (the kind where there's a whole in the ground, so you have to use your feet to walk, like a Flinstones car), except it really does have a motor; It's manufactured by Microsoft or something. I'm zipping around on the beach, checking this out, when this official looking guy yells at me and tells me I can't be here, and I can't blog about this shipwreck. Of course, this immediately makes me want to blog about it, but I don't have my digital camera on me, so I just drive away.

I take one last look back, and I can see a perfect view of the shoreline, with the giant boat near the beach, with police around the beach cording off the area. I head back into my work building, and get into the elevator up. In there, the people are talking about the shipwreck, and now I want to blog it again. We are all so distracted and into the conversation, that EVERYONE gets off at the wrong floor. We press the button again and when the elevator gets on, everyone gets on, and I stop. I hand my vehicle (which has now become a Segway) over to one of my coworkers, Simon. An older coworker tells me I should go to the tabagie right next to the office building to buy a disposable camera. Just then, the elevator going down opens, so I get on.

In there, there's other people talking about the shipwreck, and I see one of my classmates from highschool (it's someone I only spoke to once or twice while I was there; I don't remember his name now). He says he has a camera, and I tell him I know the perfect spot to take the picture. We'll take the picture, he'll give me the film, and I'll develop and scan it, and if he gives me his e-mail address, I'll send it to him — I tell him. The other two people in the elevator heard that I know the perfect spot, so in an unspoken agreement, they've joined me too.

When we get downstairs, we head into the tabagie, and we ask the guy at the counter for the best film for this camera (we show him my classmate's camera). He says the camera is too new, so he's not sure if he has film for it. He checks his stock of film, and sees none. So I say we'll just buy a disposable camera. He shows me one and says this one is $10, good film, great for capturing high contrast scenes like fireworks at night, and shows me a picture of a firework at night. I tell him I want to take daytime photos of the beach, so there's gonna be lots of blue, cyan, and sandy yellow. The scene, in fact, will be very low contrast. The guy asks me if there's gonna be any blood in the picture, and I figure he knows what I want to take a picture of now, but I didn't see any blood, so I tell him no. So he sells me a disposable camera, and we head down to my perfect spot.

When I get there, I don't see any ship. I walk around the area, but no matter where I stand, I just see an empty beach. The guys ask me about the perfect spot, and I tell them I'm sure it's here, because I can see the Baie from here, like I'm supposed to. The ship is just gone.

We're heading back to the office a bit disappointed, and we notice some signs up, like "Don't stop here to take pictures at the yellow light" or something like that. We comment about how fast they were able to cover up the situation. We joke about how some guy must have whipped out Photoshop, just gotten some random and photos off Google, to make these signs (the sign is a picture of a monkey, with that caption). I resolve to always carry my digital camera on me from now on.

On the way back, we stop off at an arcade. I walk past the DDR machine, which is playing Afronova, to join my classmate, and he tells me I should play. I look at what machine he's pointing at, and it's a IIDX machine. So I put down my stuff (I don't know what stuff, I wasn't carrying anything when I came into the arcade), and look up, and two kids are already at the machine. I remember I need to get some tokens anyway. So I go to the token machine, and look at the conversation rate, and it's something weird. It doesn't matter, I figure, and I reach into my left pocket with my left hand to grab out some money (this is kinda odd, as I usually keep my money in my right pocket) and put in a twooney, and a bunch of small tokens come out. I grab the tokens with my right hand, and now my right and left hands are full of coins. I drop some "real" money from my left hand, so I kneel down and start picking them up, but drop some more. So I pick those up, and drop yet even more. One of the guys from The 40 Year Old Virgin is here, whom I'll call Mike, 'cause I can't remember the names of the characters from that movie (he's sort of a cross between the two white guys anyway).

I tell Mike, "Can you hold these 21..." I drop a token "... these 20 tokens for me?" He says "Haha, yeah, sure" and pretends pockets them, and I say "That's why I counted them" as I pick up the token I dropped. As I get up to hand it to him, I drop some "real" money, and I say "Fuck" as I pick it up. Now I extend my hand out to get the tokens back, and I drop some real money again.

Mike says "Okay, look, your highness", and puts the tokens in his pocket. Then I think he tried to say "Now just tell me when you wanna play, and I'll take the tokens out of my pocket" but for some reason, it sounded like "Did you monkey in your ear?"

Credulous of my hearing, I say "Did I monkey...?"

Mike repeats what he said.

Again, I repeat "Did I monkey in my ear?"

Mike, going along with the joke, says "Well, DIDJA?"

Distracted, I try to put my real money away, but put it in the wrong place, so I respond "No, but I've put my money in my fly, which was open the whole time." And then I start dancing a little jig to get the money to fall down the legs of my pants. This cracks Michael up.