Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think it was bad; it might have been Latin.

'Selfless'


Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.  

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.


katefate - Mar 01, 2006 7:24:20 pm PST #766 of 10001
Frail my heart apart and play me a little Shady Grove

From much earlier today:

ION, apparently this entire reorganization was devised by the new CIO, without any input from the existing managers, directors or employees. Whee.

Kalshane, you're not in Wisconsin, are you? Because every. single word. you wrote, from the arbitrary and meaningless review to the unilateral reorganization, is what Former Evil Boss did here. He's now a CIO in Wisconsin. Dear lord, I hope it's not him.

Huh. I was so overjoyed at his departure, I've never spared a thought for those who've inherited him. Bless.

Joy. CIO just called an all-hands meeting for Friday at 4pm. It's only supposed to be an hour, but our meetings always, always, always go at least an hour long. Nothing like staying late on a Friday.

good god. That's him, too. If the meeting was scheduled for an hour, by gum he was gonna keep talking whether there was anything left to talk about or not. Google "Narcissistic Personality Disorder" to see a lovely portrait.

IHeightN, I am 5'7" or 5'8" - or somewhere in between. I'm number-impaired, and this seems to be one I can't retain. My little sister is 5'11.5" and great to go shopping with. I can always find her over the racks.

Millionaires: I got nothin.


aurelia - Mar 01, 2006 7:37:35 pm PST #767 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Kalshane is near Wisconsin.

The last two days at work I've been favoring my left shoulder since it seems to hurt any time my elbow leaves my side. Now the muscles in my right shoulder are sore. woo-hoo.


§ ita § - Mar 01, 2006 7:42:06 pm PST #768 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My definition of millionaire, I realise, wasn't >=$1M in assets, but that they grossed at least a mil a year. The relatives that I have that are millionaires (by my terms) are small business owners + doctors with their own practice.

What are simple wages? Does that mean no investments or lottery wins?

Uh...no need to answer right away. I have to go pop some pills and burrow under covers. I have no clear plan for surviving tomorrow, except the knowledge that if I don't make it through the day, I don't get to the nerve block.

And I refuse to take a sick day. I just can't.


Sean K - Mar 01, 2006 7:53:09 pm PST #769 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

What are simple wages? Does that mean no investments or lottery wins?

I think that was bugging me too. I haven't the slightest idea what "simple wages" are supposed to include or exclude.


katefate - Mar 01, 2006 8:05:19 pm PST #770 of 10001
Frail my heart apart and play me a little Shady Grove

Kalshane is near Wisconsin.

Oh dear.

aurelia, ow. Want a Percocet? I haven't needed one for a couple of days, touch wood.

ita, I hope you have had a restful night's sleep before reading this. Best thoughts for getting through and getting what you need today.

I'm going to try that sleep thing myself.


§ ita § - Mar 01, 2006 8:13:48 pm PST #771 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I have drugs too. Soon they will work, and there will be tomorrow.


Sean K - Mar 01, 2006 8:38:33 pm PST #772 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

I'm watching the Terry Gilliam episode of the Python retrospective. So far it's been forty minutes of non stop animation.

He was smoking the bad crack. Or possibly the good crack. Or both.


billytea - Mar 01, 2006 8:40:34 pm PST #773 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

He was smoking the bad crack. Or possibly the good crack. Or both.

Where Python is concerned, methinks it was the wise crack.


aurelia - Mar 01, 2006 8:41:51 pm PST #774 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Want a Percocet?

Heh. I don't have anything stronger than Advil. The right shoulder is just muscle soreness that will go away. I would very much like to trade in the left shoulder though.


Lee - Mar 01, 2006 10:09:17 pm PST #775 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I went to sleep a short while after I got home, and just woke up a litle while ago.

This seemed like a much idea at 7:30 than it does right now.