I really need to not read this while I'm working on my resume.
I finally added "Free-lance bio-exorcist" to my resume. I figure either people will get the reference and laugh, or they'll be confused and want me to explain it.
Hey! What a surprise! Hostile 17! Can I get you a drink, Hostile 17?
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
Atropa - Feb 24, 2012 10:58:28 am PST #23566 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
tommyrot - Feb 24, 2012 11:00:16 am PST #23567 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
One year one of the corporate goals was to "consistently delight our customers."
What does that mean?
Give customers random cupcakes?
On some days, all workers dress like Elvis?
Animatronic T-Rex bathroom attendants?
Connie Neil - Feb 24, 2012 11:09:29 am PST #23568 of 30001
brillig
Writing gibberish like that is one of many reasons why I decided not to go into advertising and/or public relations. As I told my advisor, I wanted to keep my soul. "But you're good at it!" he protested. "I know," I said, "that's why I'm not going to do it."
SuziQ - Feb 24, 2012 11:11:08 am PST #23569 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
If you go into an Old Navy and feel like you have been forced to chit chat with an employee, it is because they have to have a "genuine conversation" with their customers. WTF?
Connie Neil - Feb 24, 2012 11:11:31 am PST #23570 of 30001
brillig
Oh, I must give a shout-out to the local Social Security Admin office. We went in today to get a print out of Hubby's disability income for the taxes, and after a wait of only 20 minutes in the crowded office, our business took less than a minute. Hubby had asked if my Nook was fully charged before we went in, just in case we'd be there a while.
Consuela - Feb 24, 2012 11:19:51 am PST #23571 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Damn it. Well, I've found another use for my tax refund: while I was doing laundry on Monday, someone slipped into my garage and stole my toolbox.
So I'm off to Home Despot to buy yet another box, hammers, wrenches, screwdrivers...
Fuckers.
meara - Feb 24, 2012 11:21:59 am PST #23572 of 30001
while I was doing laundry on Monday, someone slipped into my garage and stole my toolbox.
OH man, that sucks!! I hope it was at least just "regular" tools that can be replaced by buying some kind of "here's a pre-stocked toolbox!" and not special ones that have to each be re-bought separately!
-t - Feb 24, 2012 11:22:57 am PST #23573 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Aw, crap, Consuela, that makes me so mad!
brenda m - Feb 24, 2012 11:24:05 am PST #23574 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
If you go into an Old Navy and feel like you have been forced to chit chat with an employee, it is because they have to have a "genuine conversation" with their customers. WTF?
Hells no.
There's a (nice) kid who just started working at the coffee shop I go to in the morning and I swear I scan to see who's at the register before I go in. I can handle "have a good weekend". "Doing anything exciting this weekend?" is crossing a line. You are not my friend. Go away.
Also I may have come this close to punching one of the (several) girls at Lush the other day. "Where did you fall in love with Lush?!?"
JZ - Feb 24, 2012 11:27:23 am PST #23575 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Aw, fuckity-hell, Suela!
Do you have a tools wish list? My dad's business often has bunches of extra free or steeply discounted tool-related objects floating around (I'd be shocked, for instance, if I couldn't snag you at least a couple of 6-in-1s at the very least), and every once in a blue moon he'll just hand something to me and say, "We have too many of these. Please do me a favor and take this home."