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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.
yes, yes she is. Because that seems to be either what happens to people when they get promoted to being big bosses OR the type of people who get promoted to big boss.
I would not actually have a problem with this if assistants were really highly paid and valued.
GOD I KNOW.
The sitting at her desk and yelling makes me INSANE. "[Other coworker who sits near me], are you there?!?!?!" (a) Telephone. (b) Email. (c) Get off your fat ass and see who's there.
I do kind of hate the word "cosplay" while often admiring the costumes. It makes me think of Jello pudding.
Hey! That's what I can do with myself! I can get properly fitted for a bra. Thanks, Jilli.
Oh wait, first I have to clean the kitchen. Grumble.
I almost went to the fancy bra store this weekend, but I was hot and sweaty when I was walking by, and figured it wasn't quite the right moment.
Top Ten Futuristic Luxury Hotels. Soooooooooo pretty.
There's helicopters looking for criminals in my neighborhood again. Annoying.
I do kind of hate the word "cosplay" while often admiring the costumes. It makes me think of Jello pudding.
It would bring a whole new wrinkle to Picture Pages.
All I know about cosplay I learned from Venture Brothers, so every time I see the word I hear the Monarch in my head saying huffily, "I am into costume work."
I love the word cosplay. Maybe because it sounds dirty and isn't, or maybe it's just when I say it that it does.
Raq, I guess for me if you're learning Klingon and making bat'leths by yourself, you're a fan. When you start speaking it to someone (who doesn't think you're crazy) or fighting someone else, you may very well be in fandom.
If my boss's office were close enough for her to holler at me, she would. She will walk to my desk to ask me questions (she's shorter than the cubicle walls, so she just appears like Beelzebub), and worse, to ask me to come into her office so she can ask me questions that I have to go back to my desk to get the answers to. She won't use the phone or read her email. If she's forced to send an email, it takes her 15 minutes to write it and it still has mistakes. She works like she did twenty years ago before we had computers and the department was only seven people.