Yeah, jobma, but don't burn bridges, smonster. And anyway, maybe it's nothing.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
You mean you'd be working for Blair? He'd get to say GOOD SHABBOS to you every week! And drive you up a wall. Good times.
And you'd be near adorable Cody. Who is adorable. That's adorable.
Jobma, smonster.
Good luck, smonster.
Happy Birthday, bonny!
Much job~ma your way, smonster.
Cat~ma, FredPete.
Job~ma smonster!
Happy birthday, bonny!
And sending cat~ma to Fred and job~ma to smonster. And wishing we'd all catch a break for a while. It's been a hard year.
And you'd be near adorable Cody. Who is adorable.
Heh. I have one of those too!
Happy birthday, Bonny! And good luck with the job stuff, smonster.
Dude, now I just got an email about an URGENT! ALL HANDS!! meeting/conference call tomorrow. That does nothing to assuage my worries, really.
Thanks for the ~ma, y'all.
At the least I'd appreciate some no-cry~ma wih a side of discretion~ma, because it'd be pretty tempting to give them a rather large piece of my mind.
Peaceful sailing smonster. Channel your inner-totally togetherness and know that if they make a mistake, something better is on the way.
Best of everything on the FredPete home.
Calm on the house of Gudanov.