And that's why Consuela gave two weeks' notice, instead of just setting stuff on fire.
Wesley: Illyria can be...difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt. Angel: We'll make Spike do it. Wesley: Good.
'Underneath'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
Jesse - Mar 27, 2013 8:40:23 am PDT #16248 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Strix - Mar 27, 2013 8:41:18 am PDT #16249 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Suela, that is AWFUL. I am so pissed on your behalf.I understand the desire/need to protect your professional rep and such, but the tempatation for full-out HULK SMASH VERBAL BARRAGE OF TRUTHINESS ragefit would be almost impossible for me to rstrain. They have dicked you over so hard.
What a group of yellowbellied, bedizened syphiltic goatfucking wankers.
ION, ALLYSON! THAT HOUSE! I am having a flowergasm over that bougainvillea! Gooooorgeous! And that chandelier -- does it stay with the house? SO. SHINY. In all meanings of the word.
Between staring at the chandelier and being entranced by the flowers, I'd never get anything done. I LOVE it! I hope you guys get it.
Consuela - Mar 27, 2013 8:41:46 am PDT #16250 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
The other thing is that my experience with this agency is a selling-point for any future employers, if they want to get work with them. If I burn my bridges, I can't leverage that.
le nubian - Mar 27, 2013 8:44:51 am PDT #16251 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
Consuela,
you are a consummate professional.
Steph L. - Mar 27, 2013 8:45:26 am PDT #16252 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
And that's why Consuela gave two weeks' notice, instead of just setting stuff on fire.
Two weeks' notice IS good, in that you can set a fire that burns for TWO WEEKS.
tommyrot - Mar 27, 2013 8:45:57 am PDT #16253 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.
OK, Consuela, maybe you should just act really cheerful for your last two weeks. Just exude a "I'm so glad I'm getting out of here" vibe. Smile whenever the subject of your leaving comes up.
Jesse - Mar 27, 2013 8:49:43 am PDT #16254 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Two weeks' notice IS good, in that you can set a fire that burns for TWO WEEKS.
Ha! But seriously, I wonder what would happen if you lit a tightly-packed metal file cabinet on fire.
OK, Consuela, maybe you should just act really cheerful for your last two weeks. Just exude a "I'm so glad I'm getting out of here" vibe. Smile whenever the subject of your leaving comes up.
I have done that many times, but never on purpose. Sorry, coworkers I've left behind!
Zenkitty - Mar 27, 2013 8:50:42 am PDT #16255 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Other, saner people are right. Professional is always the best way to go. Dang it.
In related news, I'm thinking of getting a fire pit for the patio. Then I can ritualistically burn things that trouble me. Fire good. Fire pretty.
Connie Neil - Mar 27, 2013 8:56:43 am PDT #16256 of 30001
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I'm thinking of getting a fire pit for the patio
Pyres are very cleansing. I use them to dispose of things that still contain "worth" as I perceive it but which can only be thrown away because no one else wants them. I feel like I'm releasing the object's soul instead of just tossing it in a landfill.
Why yes, I am an animist, why do you ask?
Strix - Mar 27, 2013 8:57:40 am PDT #16257 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I did that with my notes from a Victorian lit class where the prof accused me of plagiarizing an essay "because a sophomore couldn't write something like that." And he mispronounced prowess as "prowness," and I finally hated him so much that I corrected him, and he was all, "It IS pronounced prowNESS. I believe I'm the person with the doctorate in English."
After I took the final, I marched home and set fire to all my notes from the class in the hibachi. And did a little dance and shouted some really profane things. It's useful.
(And later, we found out he'd been plagiarizing stuff from student work for years and selling them to Reader's Digest, @@)