Nothing like knowing there's a bomb threat outside and hearing sirens go off.
Sorry about that, lisah. No ideas at all?
Giles: I jump out of the circle, jump back in, and, and, shake my gourd. Buffy: Hey, I think I know this ritual. The ancient shamans were next called upon to do the Hokey-Pokey and to turn themselves around.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 12:23:58 pm PDT #2970 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Daisy Jane - Sep 25, 2007 12:25:11 pm PDT #2971 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
They'd say they wanted a receptionist, but they really wanted an assistant. I would rat them right out to the agency. There would usually be some BS about how the person who placed the order didn't really know what was required . . .
A lot of people, too many really, don't know the difference. Hearing someone call me "the receptionist" makes me LIV-ID. Yes, I do answer the phones like a mad woman and make sure when people know their appointments are here, but I also prepare files, do grant research, outreach, fundraising, shipping and receiving, some tech support. I coordinate schedules. I set up voicemails and conference calls. I am the keeper of every password in my region. I pull off multiple region-wide events and create nearly every presentation an piece of literature that comes out of this place.
I. Am. A. Fucking. Assistant.
erikaj - Sep 25, 2007 12:31:08 pm PDT #2972 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yeah, definitely a skill. The definitive skill I learned in journalism school was to kiss the assistant's ass. She can decide if you see Bigshot or not.
Daisy Jane - Sep 25, 2007 12:34:52 pm PDT #2973 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It's just a reduction of everything I do to "answering phones and greeting people with some light typing on the side." Which is actually kinda one of my problems with Jackass coworker. He doesn't really think I "do" anything since his head is too far up his ass to notice anyone else unless he feels inconvenienced.
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 12:58:44 pm PDT #2974 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Lee - Sep 25, 2007 1:32:33 pm PDT #2975 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Posable 'Hoff doll.
Am I the only one who gets an unfortunate Dexter flashback from that link?
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 1:35:15 pm PDT #2976 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There are no unfortunate Dexter flashbacks.
Obviously they aren't talking about me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to snicker legitimately.
Steph L. - Sep 25, 2007 2:41:36 pm PDT #2977 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Know your asshole footprint.
This one, from the 26-39 category:
1. Do you work in an office with a Foosball or Ping-Pong table?
Makes me laugh like a drain, because the office right down the hall from ours has a foosball table in their break room (visible through the large glass wall they installed; additionally, their humongous TV -- which is always tuned to ESPN -- is also visible). In their lobby they have installed a flat-panel monitor on the wall that runs a PowerPoint presentation -- some of the slides are about services the company provides, but most are pictures of the uniformly attractive (in that Stepford wife/frat boy way) employees hanging out at various social events -- invariably with very obviously placed alcoholic drinks.
It's like a frat and sorority got together after graduation, decided to form a company so they could all keep hanging out. My favorite picture from their slide show is a J. Crew-looking guy with 2 very tan women with blonde hair that doesn't look like they were born with it -- one woman on each side of J. Crew Dude. All 3 are holding beers and flashing huge Chiclet-white smiles. In the background, it's clear that they're at a bar; in case it *wasn't* obvious, there is a neon sign above their heads that says "IRISH WHISKEY."
I know I'm just being a cranky, fat, old editor with beige teeth, but if I were a potential client and saw the party pix in their lobby, I would never become a for-real-paying client.
meara - Sep 25, 2007 2:59:22 pm PDT #2978 of 10001
I know I'm just being a cranky, fat, old editor with beige teeth, but if I were a potential client and saw the party pix in their lobby, I would never become a for-real-paying client.
What do they sell, is the real question! I mean, I can envision some things where people enjoying beer in a bar might be your demographic, but....if you're selling alcohol-marketing-schemes, that's one thing, if you're selling computer programming, not so much.
tommyrot - Sep 25, 2007 3:10:19 pm PDT #2979 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Maybe there's hope....
Saudi religious police attacked by girls
Two officers of the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice in Saudi Arabia were attacked by two "inappropriately-dressed" girls, according to an article in the Asharq Alawsat.
According to Dr. Al-Marshood [Head of the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice in the Eastern province], the two commission members approached the girls in order to "politely" advise and guide them regarding their inappropriate clothing.
Consequently, the two girls started verbally abusing the commission members, which then lead to one of the girls pepper-spraying them in the face as the other girl filmed the incident on her mobile phone, while continuing to hurl insults at them.
The paper reports that the girls were escorted to a police station, where they apologized and were released.
More: [link]
Rebel girls... rebel girls...
Rebel girls you are the queens of my world.