Willow ,'Lessons'
[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 need a Bitch slap. I had another meeting with Obnoxious!Team. It was ugly. They kept asking me "Did you fix my bug?" and I'd say "What bug? Did you send it this week?" "No, I sent it in March sometime."
This is a question I cannot answer without access to my E-mail.
I hate them, and they disapprove of me, and they probably think my new employer got a bum deal.
Remind me that I don't care what stupid people think.
Betsy, you don't care what stupid people think, and these are supremely stupid people.
Betsy, remember: 100 years. All new people.
Hell, JUNE -- all new people.
Betsy, people are stupid and they suck. New job will be better.
Did your Chaste Moon arrive?
No reason to care what stupid people think.
ION, I have a pool table in my house. It is very pretty. I'm wondering how much the sound of clanking balls will disturb my sleep.
Yes, it arrived last night! Thank you.
And they aren't going to discover I was an imposter after I left, right? The real people, the not-stupid ones, aren't going to hate me?
Betsy, they are a stupid, annoying, and frustrating team. You don't care what they think, and you won't have to be stuck in meetings with them anymore.
Thanks.
::thwaps self::
-t, how many bookshelves do you folks have, anyway?
Sigh. Not enough.
Alameda" always makes me think of Chekhov in that Star Trek with the whales looking for "nuclear wessels" there and the people are all "WTF?"
DH mentions "nuclear wessels" whenever Alameda comes up in conversation, or there's a sign for Alameda on the highway, or thinks of the existence of Alameda. Every time.
Betsy, your soon to be ex-co-workers are of so little importance I can't quantify how little you should care what they think. The real people are going to realize your awesomeness.
Pool table, yay!