Good grief, I'd better never work for a british company then--I'm already too east coast for the west coast, I'd scare the Brits away!
Hey, don't worry about it. Nest full of vampires, you come get me, okay. Box full of puppies, that's more of a judgement call.
Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
meara - Jun 15, 2010 9:07:41 am PDT #22537 of 30000
Jessica - Jun 15, 2010 9:07:52 am PDT #22538 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
There's this awesome team of awesome people and what they do, see, is awesome stuff. I think with aliens. Maybe magic. But no monkeys. Maybe a robot. An awesome magic robot that does awesome stuff.
See, to me that sounds more like a SyFy pitch.
lisah - Jun 15, 2010 9:09:53 am PDT #22539 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
you can't skip the greetings or sign-offs when you write emails
Yeah, I don't like when these are skipped either.
Miracleman - Jun 15, 2010 9:10:26 am PDT #22540 of 30000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
See, to me that sounds more like a SyFy pitch.
No, see, it can't be a SyFy pitch. Because, in my imagination, when I pitch it I'm sober.
Jessica - Jun 15, 2010 9:11:24 am PDT #22541 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Because, in my imagination, when I pitch it I'm sober.
You'll never fit in at the Beeb with that attitude. Hey, is it noon yet? Let's leave early and go to the pub!
Connie Neil - Jun 15, 2010 9:14:04 am PDT #22542 of 30000
brillig
that would also include the cashier commenting on every item, asking what you're planning to make with the stuff you're buying, commenting on the weather, asking where you work and what you do, calling one of the other cashiers over to discuss an interesting item that you're buying, and it would take five minutes. And the cashiers would also just about always address me as "sweetie" or "baby," which I hated.
I can overlook the sweetie, because, well, they're Southern and can't help themselves. But the nosy questions into my life! Why do you care, stranger!
Zenkitty - Jun 15, 2010 9:14:41 am PDT #22543 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I prefer it my way, that's why I live here. But I know I'm wound a little too tight when the extra 46 seconds of human interraction is driving me around the bend.
Oh, Trudy, don't ever move to the South. Your head will explode.
Miracleman - Jun 15, 2010 9:15:26 am PDT #22544 of 30000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
You'll never fit in at the Beeb with that attitude. Hey, is it noon yet? Let's leave early and go to the pub!
Looks like I picked the wrong career to quit drinkin'.
Jessica - Jun 15, 2010 9:15:41 am PDT #22545 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
(I should also say that I get along great with most of my UK co-workers and that the vast majority of them are wonderful people who are fun to be around. There's just a very definite difference in business culture on opposite sides of the pond.)
smonster - Jun 15, 2010 9:16:55 am PDT #22546 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Just give me the money and John Barrowman!
I think I need to change my tag again.
I like the Southern politeness thing. I've even (mostly) stopped rolling my eyes when I get called darling/hon/sweetie, which happens pretty frequently at work, too. Facilities is old school South, yo. I've had male coworkers (from outside my dept) come and carry recycling bins for me. That still makes me roll my eyes.
Tangentially, I wash my work dishes in a shop area heavily filled with Stereotypically Southern Guys and they frequently crack "jokes" when I'm back there. Today's winner - I was washing an oversized black coffee mug and got asked, "Gonna shave?" "What? Uh, no." "Probably good. Too big an audience." OH GOD EW STOP TALKING.