Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.

'Out Of Gas'


Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


JZ - May 12, 2008 4:52:22 am PDT #8696 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

What everyone else said, Aims. There's nothing wrong with you.

Any number of us could easily threadsuck the last few Bitches threads and come up with endless examples of your now-ex boss making unreasonable demands, turning on a dime from bossy to weirdly chummy, changing his mind about your job responsibilities, piling on not just new tasks but whole new categories of tasks without any change in your job description or salary, acting childishly avoidant and passive-aggressive about his issues with your work, and engaging in dodgy accounting and short-sighted financial decision-making that you found the last few times you did his books, and that sent up all the huge red flags that caused your first round of resume-sending-out.

And any number of us could go off on his decision to ditch the job for which he Hasn't Missed A Day Since The Earth's Crust Cooled Due To His Spectacular Work Ethic -- for a fucking baseball game -- and then to castigate you for wanting to take an extra day so your baby sister wouldn't have to go through throat cancer surgery alone. Though your admirable spouse can really cover all that with one good eloquent splorch-squeeky.

You are fine. Your ex-boss is the kind of guy who makes fuckwads and douchenozzles draw back the hems of their robes with sneers of disdain.

But, damn, what a Monday. I'm so very sorry.


hippocampus - May 12, 2008 4:55:36 am PDT #8697 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

Your ex-boss is the kind of guy who makes fuckwads and douchenozzles draw back the hems of their robes with sneers of disdain.

makes note to ask JZ write all letters to the editor from now on.

Also? All of what she said.


Miracleman - May 12, 2008 4:56:19 am PDT #8698 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

Though your admirable spouse can really cover all that with one good eloquent splorch-squeeky.

Argh. Lo, I am lax.

*STABBITYSTABSTAB!* *SPLORCH!* *squeeky*

Also, JZ..."douchenozzles"? I have to steal that.


Connie Neil - May 12, 2008 4:57:24 am PDT #8699 of 10001
brillig

Damn, I was just wondering last night what the news was on the Imperial job front. Stupid stupidhead ex-boss.


Steph L. - May 12, 2008 4:58:32 am PDT #8700 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Oh, and Aims, when Senor Fucktardo calls you asking about some work-related thing that was your responsibility that he can't figure out? (Because he WILL.) Two words: Consulting. Fee.


Aims - May 12, 2008 4:59:09 am PDT #8701 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

$250/hour, sweetcheeks.


Steph L. - May 12, 2008 4:59:47 am PDT #8702 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Rock on, Empress.


Emily - May 12, 2008 5:04:59 am PDT #8703 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Steph, whence comes your tag?


DCJensen - May 12, 2008 5:05:32 am PDT #8704 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

What everybody said.

Aims, you are better off without that tucus chapeau of a boss.

Or should that be tucus payats?


JZ - May 12, 2008 5:06:23 am PDT #8705 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I actually got "douchenozzle" from the Shakespeare's Sister bloggers--they were trying to come up with rude-ass insults that didn't end up being totally based in misogyny when you looked closely at them (bastard, son of a bitch, etc.), and they settled on douche and douchenozzle. Since a douche is an item of very limited use, potentially harmful to a woman's pleasure center, mass-marketed to essentially stigmatize the normal workings of a perfectly normal part of every woman's body, anything douche-related makes a perfect "useless malignant waste of space that really needs to just not exist" insult.

Or, in short, Aims's ex-boss.

Vibing so damn hard for good news from the place you had the stellar interview with.