Jaysus. Over the phone? To your husband? While you're travelling because of a death in the family? Man, as if just getting fired wasn't fucked enough. I'm so sorry.
Wow, that's shittier than my firing which was a whole clusterfuck of bad.
You poor thing - you gotta be whipsawed. Who can possibly process that much crap at once?
I think maybe you better come to San Francisco sooner than later so we can poor a lot of booze in you. Plus cosseting, of course. (Or corseting if you prefer. We can cosset or corset. Whatever works.)
Aimee, WTF! That's unbelievable.
Oh, holy fucking shit, Aimée. That's so insanely far beyond awful. I'm so very sorry about your grandmother, and so very wanting to break someone's legs for you about this utter bullshit.
I'm so sorry, Aimee. I hope life lets up on you soon.
Fucking-fuckity-fuck, Aimee! That is just the wrongest thing ever. Ever. Fuck.
Plus cosseting, of course. (Or corseting if you prefer. We can cosset or corset. Whatever works.)
We can cosset in corsets!
Aims, I am so very sorry, sweetie.
So. Now you all know.
I need major ~ma for my wife. MAJOR. All the ~ma you got, I need for my wife, and I will brook no excuse for holding back the ~ma.
I can't...I'm just so glad that Emeline, right now, can't truly comprehend the hurt that's happening right now. To her it's all "Hey, I got to stay up late, then I got a plane ride and now: Grandman and Grandpa!" Which is awesome, and I want that to be the extent to which she experiences this right now.
But for mine wife, whom I love more than any other on this planet: Please, all your well-wishes. I have...ideas to make it better, to take the signs the gods have given us and make them reality, to...fix this. But I need...no. Aimee needs all the ~ma, well-wishes, prayers, whatever you want to call it...she needs all you can give to make it happen, and if the gods and Fate are willing, I shall be the instrument of it.
Please. You are the greatest collection of people I know. Please, help me make it happen for my wife.
All you wish for...send it for my wife.
Please.
You're tagline is factual, javachik? Sorry about that, too.
Yes, unfortunately! Although it's not certain, our wonderful company (biotech) got devastating news about one of our clinical trials (no, we weren't hurting anyone; just weren't helping any more than a sugar pill) and probably 60% of our staff will be let go. We found out two weeks ago, and the chopping will likely begin tomorrow. We've got three people here who do what I do (coding electronic subs to the Health Authorities), and they'll likely only need one of us.
Aimee, I got stuck in a meeting before I could e-mail you, and now I see even worse news. MM, did you tell JDG? Hope even though you hate it there, you can hang in for a little while longer?
Oh, Aimee, there are no words. I'm so, so sorry.
Aimee needs all the ~ma, well-wishes, prayers, whatever you want to call it...she needs all you can give to make it happen, and if the gods and Fate are willing, I shall be the instrument of it.
You got it.
