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Buffy ,'Beneath You'


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.


Toddson - Oct 10, 2014 5:31:58 am PDT #13664 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

We have a "quiet room" in my office - it was originally set up for, yes, expressing milk. It has a fold-up crib and a couch and is largely used for storage. I use it a fair amount - my back is giving me fits and I've found that lying down for 15-20 minutes during the day relaxes it enough that I can get through the rest of the day.

A previous office they decided to go with the completely open office plan (a very small - less than 20 - staff) since it was a weirdly shaped building with a fair number of windows. Well, the head person NEEDED an enclosed office. And then the department heads REQUIRED enclosed offices. When the rest of us were spread out on counters (seriously - counters) with little partitions maybe a foot tall separating you from the person across, but not the person next to you, they found that the noise and distraction levels were just too high. People weren't getting stuff done. And they had another department that ABSOLUTELY HAD TO BE closed off. So we had glass partitions to the ceiling. But the closed off department NEEDED PRIVACY ... so workmen came back and did something to give them frosted glass for about six feet up and the rest of us frosted glass a foot or two above the partitions. So ... kind of a habitrail effect.


Zenkitty - Oct 10, 2014 8:02:45 am PDT #13665 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

My office used to have an open office plan, and contrary to all expectations of an introvert like me, I enjoyed it. It was broken up into "blocks" of 8 desks, arranged so that there was a wall infront of you and no one was directly staring at anyone else, but only a low wall between people, so you could converse with someone just by turning a little. People were generally quiet, and it was actually an enjoyable, busy, supportive social atmosphere. When they boarded it all up and put us in 6x6 cubicles like veal, I felt isolated. It took away the social environment that made me feel engaged with my job and my co-workers. That was about the same time they rolled out the new Automated Workflow Management Software, which was a near-unusable stinking pile of shit, and my job turned into paper-pushing drudgery. I was ready to leave. About a year later they instituted telecommuting, so I did. If not for that, I probably would have been looking for another job.

Last night as I was falling asleep, I dreamed that a tall skeletal winged being wearing a cape slid into bed beside me and wrapped a bony wing (and the cape) comfortingly around me and prepared to fall asleep beside me. It was rather nice. Then I woke up wondering WTF was that? if Death had paid me a visit, and if I should be concerned. Then I realized, well, it wasn't particularly scary, regardless, so I fell back to sleep.


Toddson - Oct 10, 2014 8:13:20 am PDT #13666 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Nora, I saw this article and thought you'd enjoy it.


Connie Neil - Oct 10, 2014 8:50:13 am PDT #13667 of 30002
brillig

Zen, I dreamed of Hubby last night, and we were walking through a museum, talking about all the exhibits the way we always did. This time he knew he was gone, but I felt like he was just checking in with me. He looked the way he did when we met. I could touch him, and we held hands as we walked. At one point a small Asian man came up to him, tsking at him about his hair, which suddenly was the wispy stuff he had when he died. He was remarkably vain about his hair.

I'm


Connie Neil - Oct 10, 2014 8:52:35 am PDT #13668 of 30002
brillig

I'm not weirded out by this dream, I'm just sad that I'm not going to see him again for a long time.


erikaj - Oct 10, 2014 1:29:00 pm PDT #13669 of 30002
Always Anti-fascist!

Well, you might have more dreams, but I don't think that's what you meant, is it?


Connie Neil - Oct 10, 2014 1:31:37 pm PDT #13670 of 30002
brillig

No. But if I have one of those dreams every few months, I'll be content. Maybe he'll stop worrying about his hair. Honestly, an Asian guy a foot shorter than him popped up out of nowhere and took a comb to him, talking briskly in what I perceived as Vietnamese. It should have been Johnny, our town's long-time barber to men of a certain age.


Zenkitty - Oct 10, 2014 1:58:22 pm PDT #13671 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Honestly, an Asian guy a foot shorter than him popped up out of nowhere and took a comb to him,

Well, at least there's someone with him, looking out for him and keeping his hair neat. Who wants to go into the next world with messy hair, right?

I dreamed of hanging out with Melisa several times after she passed. It was very homey and comforting. Once I saw her snuggled up in her old coat, with a bright halo around her head. That was pretty cool.


Vortex - Oct 10, 2014 2:53:26 pm PDT #13672 of 30002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Seriously, it's a bad, bad, bad office plan. I mean, good for gregarious extroverts,

I am such, and I think that it's a bad, bad office plan. The lurkers are supporting you in email.


Typo Boy - Oct 10, 2014 4:53:41 pm PDT #13673 of 30002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

As some may remember, my 92 year old mother injured her leg a few weeks ago. It got infected, but the infection was taken care of by appropriate antibiotic and she is now healing nicely. The thing his, she has an acquaintance (soon to be an ex-acquaintance) who is overly fond drama. acquaintance, who is without medical training, offered medical advice. My mother, wisely, chose to ignore said acquaintance and follow the treatment plan prescribed by her doctors and nurses. Acquaintance instantly put 2 & 2 together and derived 2 billion. Mom is 92 yes? And infections are serious for the elderly? And Ruth decided to ignore said acquaintances wisdom yes? So therefore Ruth is dying, if not already dead.

So drama loving acquaintance has spread the rumor throughout our small town that my Mom is dying, and by now probably dead. I've done what I can to scotch it but there is no way truth can outrun a rumor. Not doubt the whole not being dead thing will spread through the same channel with time, but in the meantime I've had to reassure a number of people than Ruth is alive and well.

If it wasn't for the fact that she needs medically to stay off that leg for a while yet, I'd try to talk her into doing a zombie walk.