Oh, geez, Scrappy, that is rough. But yeah, if he'd already been talked to about appropriate language...eesh.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Ugh. Not at all the same thing, but it reminds me of when I had a deeply religious person added to my team - I really had to clean up my language stat, and I pretty much stopped talking politics. Because I was her manager, and I didn't want to do anything that might make her uncomfortable. We already knew each other, but "Jesus H Christ" from a coworker is, you know, different from the same thing from your manager if it's a sensitive thing for you. This shit is not complicated.
(ETA - since I knew her, I had a sense of what her sensibilities, to coin a phrase, might be. Not to suggest that those boundaries would be the same for all).
Ugh Scrappy, I don't envy that part of your job.
Good luck on the job front, Calli! We are rooting for you!
Go, Calli!
Next week is vacation time. Brain is not fully on campus. Brain wants vacation time to start now. As a result, not much getting done. Bllahh.
Scrappy that sounds stressful.
Today is stressful. Also I think I have a UT I so tomorrow I get to get up way too ealry and go to the doctor. I think this is why I felt bad and feverish.
I have Friday Saturday and Sunday off. I can't wait.
Venturing into tmi land here, but I go in for hip surgery tomorrow (yay? Mixed bag of emotions there. Big yay for hi possibility of pain free return to life in 6months. Less yay for all hassles and pain that go with surgery.) my period started a week late (thanks, body) and went into overkill yesterday. I'm practically hemhoraging today and supposed to be under the knife in less than 24 hrs! I have no idea how to deal with this. It's not like they ever asked me about my cycle so I assume it's not relevant to the procedure...but post op with a numb leg and difficulty using the bathroom alone? I'm gonna ask someone to deal with my used lady supplies. Um, no. Sincerely tryng to will my uterus into cooperation STAT.
Hey, uterus! Dry up!
Oh, dear, I dried up the thread.
ION, dear brain, you are allowed to laugh delightedly at something you find on the net. I'm not sure where that "No, what are you doing, how dare we be happy about something!" urge came from, but I have my suspicions. Don't make me pull out the "He wants you to be happy" trope.
Dear Connie's Brain:
Let Connie have a good laugh, ferfucksake! She's more than earned it!