I know I am a terrible employee, but! My boss just told me he's not going to have time to go over the stupid task he told me earlier needed to be done today! So I am done working. Why he was so desperate for me to come in today is beyond me.
Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Nov 04, 2005 11:13:52 am PST #1348 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
§ ita § - Nov 04, 2005 11:17:16 am PST #1349 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Allyson, what about a laser gun? Or is that too close to home?
tommyrot - Nov 04, 2005 11:18:26 am PST #1350 of 10006
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Ah. I have converted my boss to my point of view re: the SQL thing, thanks to the use of a visual aid (white-board).
Occasionally I am slightly disturbed at how naturally database stuff comes to me, as it makes me feel not close to the earth.
amych - Nov 04, 2005 11:19:37 am PST #1351 of 10006
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
otoh, you're apparently very close to the tables.
§ ita § - Nov 04, 2005 11:21:03 am PST #1352 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Be careful with the tables -- sharp edges in case you faint.
I've decided to write a Christmas letter this year. Not sure why. LJ distro only, most probably, because I'm larking. However, I've never actually read one. What goes into one?
tommyrot - Nov 04, 2005 11:21:58 am PST #1353 of 10006
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
otoh, you're apparently very close to the tables.
My 'heh' outweighs my <groan>.
bon bon - Nov 04, 2005 11:24:19 am PST #1354 of 10006
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I've decided to write a Christmas letter this year. Not sure why. LJ distro only, most probably, because I'm larking. However, I've never actually read one. What goes into one?
Achievements, life changes, looking forward, that sort of thing. Sound a lot like annual reports from corporations if you've read those.
"This year I managed to get hit in the face a total of three times, which is a 65% decline from last year. Losses of consciousness are unfortunately up, however."
§ ita § - Nov 04, 2005 11:25:54 am PST #1355 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
"This year I managed to get hit in the face a total of three times, which is a 65% decline from last year. Losses of consciousness are unfortunately up, however."
There is no fucking way I'm going to be able to explain spitting the diluted Gatorade on the monitor, so I'm not even going to try.
Playing it off ... playing it off...
Jesse - Nov 04, 2005 11:26:14 am PST #1356 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
My parents sent one out last spring (they're slow) that didn't mention me at all. They got emails wondering if I had been disowned or something.
sarameg - Nov 04, 2005 11:26:35 am PST #1357 of 10006
Bonus points if you use cutesypoo nicknames for people!