I may add that that example was hypothetical: I don't have a going-away lunch.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I have hated some instructors but I have Authority Issues that can choke a Great Dane as well. So I don't know whose fault it was.
Sean's.
And I'm certainly not hurt when somebody talks about a moronic tech writer. Some members of my profession are morons. Heck, some members of me are morons.
Betsy, whenever I am dealing with a moronic tech writer, I entertain little fantasies where they are suddenly replaced on the project by you. Then I get depressed when reality re-asserts itself, and I realize that won't happen.
Sean's.
Sadly (or possibly, Fortunately) this is the proper answer to where blame needs to be laid in the majority of instances.
Well, it's true...he didn't smite them for me.
(We hadn't met yet, but that's hardly an excuse.)Oh, whereBLAME gets laid!(crosses one item off next LA-ista schedule of events.)
That could be embarrassing!
It would be wrong for me to send e-mail to Talented Poet I Hardly Know saying:
Dear Sir,
It was a joke. When did you have your sense of humor extracted?
Love, Me
I don't know whose fault it was.
Sean's.
It's a fair cop.
Yeah, Blamey McJackhole.
Thanks, Jilli. I really needed to hear that.
Thanks, Jilli. I really needed to hear that.
My goodness, lady, I would lay waste to the entire marketing AND QA departments if I could get you as my tech writer.