I respond to real name or board name, as most of you know. Board name started in real life, actually. The only nickname I was ever given that I flatout rejected was "Sarutsa," which resonated too much to my ears with with "largutsa," which means plump (and not pleasantly so).
Weirdly, my mother just told us about 3 years ago that she really doesn't like being called "Mom," just "Mama." Could you have please mentioned that a few decades sooner? Because it's pretty effing hard to change that habit now, so I end up saying Mom...uh. And on reflection, I think it was a request passed along to me by my sister or father, not her. Ahh, the passive agressive never ends.
Speaking of moms... Vortex, yours is just something special.
And as Princess Touchy McFeely of the Snuggletown McFeelys, I am boggled that people say you don't get to choose who you hug. That's just refugnant.
My goal for today: clean all the things! Or at least many of the things. My motivation for today: [link] If babies can clean things, then I can clean things. Or perhaps I need to get a baby to come here and clean things.
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Tep, is it possible your Chatty Co-Worker has cloned himself, gotten a sex change, and is now working with me at Big Name News Archive in Manhattan?
Because I just had a 20 minute conversation of which about 30 seconds was necessary exchange of information. The rest was me smiling and nodding while Chatty Two Electric Boogaloo repeated herself over and over and over and over again.
clean all the things!
I love how this phrase has become a thing. It's just so exactly right.
Because I just had a 20 minute conversation of which about 30 seconds was necessary exchange of information. The rest was me smiling and nodding while Chatty Two Electric Boogaloo repeated herself over and over and over and over again.
This drives me insane. Why can't people understand all of the verbal and non-verbal hints I am giving that say "information successfully exchanged. Now please go away."
Someone recently wrote in to an advice columnist asking about a person she routinely has to get information from and wondering what's wrong because the person gives the information and then cuts the conversation short. (The columnist nicely pointed out that this was a business exchange and chat is optional.)
This wasn't even a case of "our business is over, let's chit-chat." This was literally Chatty repeating the same 30-second conversation we'd just had over and over with slight rephrasings. And I guarantee you, nothing we were talking about was interesting enough to warrant that kind of a rehash. (I mean, it's not like we were discussing what hand we hold silverware in or something...)
Yeah, I smile and am warm and friendly and I hate that I almost have to get rude to get people to shut up.
Tep, is it possible your Chatty Co-Worker has cloned himself, gotten a sex change, and is now working with me at Big Name News Archive in Manhattan?
If anyone could, he could. He has SO MUCH needless chatter to get out that it created a whole new person to channel it.
