Shit I'm not currently saying:
Shut yer piehole, you puffed-up jackass.
'Serenity'
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Shit I'm not currently saying:
Shut yer piehole, you puffed-up jackass.
I am so not saying that either.
What, is the universe handing out ass-hats today?
Yes it is!
Still no word from ExBoss on my severance. Joe thinks he's just stringing it out until we leave. I think another in person visit is in order.
The person I'm referring to is always wearing an asshat. I hates dealing with him.
I think someone opened up an ass-haberdashery outlet store.
Aimee, you're braver than I. I would have given up on the ex-boss after a few emails. But you're right--it's much harder to turn someone down to their face.
Owen's gone Lord of the Flies in the backyard. Barefoot, wild haired, naked and shaking a stick around like a spear. Let's just say I'm glad he doesn't have any little friends with glasses yet.
I should probably write out a nametag that says, "I can't talk. Aren't you glad?"
Oof. Ginger, I'm just glad you can still type!
I have had no actual asshats, which is good. Well, no actual asshats I've talked to in person. Just asshats who sit in their offices and make decisions to score political points without regard to actual people. I hates them. They make me cry.
Owen's gone Lord of the Flies in the backyard. Barefoot, wild haired, naked and shaking a stick around like a spear. Let's just say I'm glad he doesn't have any little friends with glasses yet.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Who wants to reaffirm the date of my vintage suit for me? I say mid to late 40' since the hemline is a bit shorter.
[link] Jacket
[link] Skirt
The color is the charcoal gray tweed in the picture of the jacket.
S could tell you for sure, Aims. She wound up pegging the Christian Dior full tails tux jacket I bought at that con years ago as a 1970's piece. It had a sort of classic look to it (I think you thought it was a 40's jacket), but the size was too big. Everybody was much smaller back in the 40's.
Customer: "If I fax over a PO now for [product], how soon can you get it out?"
Me: "3 - 4 business days."
Customer: "Really?"
Me: "Yes, really."
Customer: "..."
Me: "..."
Customer: "..."
Me: "..." (accompanied by going back to stapling, so "chk-chak...chk-chak" in the background)
Customer: "...that long?"
Me: "Yes". (chk-chak...chk-chak)
Customer: "..."
Me: "..." (chk-chak)
Customer: "Why?"
Me: "Because that's our lead time."
Customer: "..."
Me: "..." (chk-chak)
Customer: "..."
Me: "..." (chk-chak)
Customer: "So, 3-4 business days?"
Me: "Yep. Still."
Customer: "...okay, bye."
Like everytime Customer went "..." I was supposed to offer a magical new solution. "Well, now that you've waited patiently for two whole minutes while I did other work, I will offer the combination 'Time Machine/Delivery by Pegasus' method, wherein we anticipate your order by 3-4 business days and then a magical winged horse will alight upon your rooftop bearing your order wrapped in a golden bow accompanied by a heavenly chorus." "Golly, thank you Customer Service Rep! You are a godsend!"
Fuck these people.