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Apr. 7th, 2009
Angry In Swansea
Apr. 7th, 2009 11:50 amMESSAGE RECIEVED:
From: PA Watson (email redacted)
( Blah blah renfaire, blah blah face-shooting )
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REPLY SENT:
From: I Jones (askaboutcoffee)
( blah blah sorry, blah blah wenches, blah blah period costuming )
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All of which is to say that this:
From: Captain John Hart (oh.doask)
I'll think a report at the screen later.
No need to wave the reprimand post-its around. Spare time, Jones.
Hart
PS: Ask him if the wench wore a fireman uniform!
Is not an acceptable "incident report". I want a proper one filled out and turned in ASAP, Hart. No fairy cakes till you do it. Hide from the Doctor in the basement for all I care, but get the paperwork done.
From: PA Watson (email redacted)
( Blah blah renfaire, blah blah face-shooting )
***
REPLY SENT:
From: I Jones (askaboutcoffee)
( blah blah sorry, blah blah wenches, blah blah period costuming )
***
All of which is to say that this:
From: Captain John Hart (oh.doask)
I'll think a report at the screen later.
No need to wave the reprimand post-its around. Spare time, Jones.
Hart
PS: Ask him if the wench wore a fireman uniform!
Is not an acceptable "incident report". I want a proper one filled out and turned in ASAP, Hart. No fairy cakes till you do it. Hide from the Doctor in the basement for all I care, but get the paperwork done.
(no subject)
Apr. 7th, 2009 07:29 pmHELLO DAY. YOU WERE PRETTY INTENSE.
I think everyone suddenly remembered that I was out sick last week, and got scared I wouldn't be in tomorrow, and so ALL DAY LONG they called me. Also, Coworker J made me take a long lunch (oh the horror) because my computer's the only one he has access to that will support TurboTax, and he has to file his taxes. And if you all think I'm a luddite, I'd like you to meet Coworker J, who doesn't have a checking account or a debit card. It makes doing one's taxes online a trifle complex.
I got to work on some Nameless edits and do some more reading for Extribulum, including writing up a mission statement. Oh god, you guys, I voluntarily wrote a fucking mission statement. But I ended it with "If nothing else, this mission statement proves we know a lot of big words" so I think it's okay.
In other news, I tried an experiment this week, and that experiment was "Buying and eating microwave meals for lunch". I thought, almost everyone in the office does this, and I feel like a little kid with my little tupperware tubs and homemade food, and maybe it's faster somehow!
Experiments can't actually fail, they can only prove or disprove a thesis, and this experiment has disproved the "I can actually eat microwave meals" thesis. I don't own a microwave -- I did briefly in grad school, but I used it so rarely that I didn't bother getting one when I moved to Chicago. I'd never eaten a microwave meal until this week, and I feel no need to ever again. I even bought the healthy organic ones! But they are not as good as the food I cook, plus it takes LONGER to heat up a freezer meal than it takes to make and pack a lunchbox.
Also, I have plane tickets and train tickets. BossBoss is going to cry when he sees what I'm doing to the month of May.
You know what this day needs? Dalek Can/Dalek Suck.
I think everyone suddenly remembered that I was out sick last week, and got scared I wouldn't be in tomorrow, and so ALL DAY LONG they called me. Also, Coworker J made me take a long lunch (oh the horror) because my computer's the only one he has access to that will support TurboTax, and he has to file his taxes. And if you all think I'm a luddite, I'd like you to meet Coworker J, who doesn't have a checking account or a debit card. It makes doing one's taxes online a trifle complex.
I got to work on some Nameless edits and do some more reading for Extribulum, including writing up a mission statement. Oh god, you guys, I voluntarily wrote a fucking mission statement. But I ended it with "If nothing else, this mission statement proves we know a lot of big words" so I think it's okay.
In other news, I tried an experiment this week, and that experiment was "Buying and eating microwave meals for lunch". I thought, almost everyone in the office does this, and I feel like a little kid with my little tupperware tubs and homemade food, and maybe it's faster somehow!
Experiments can't actually fail, they can only prove or disprove a thesis, and this experiment has disproved the "I can actually eat microwave meals" thesis. I don't own a microwave -- I did briefly in grad school, but I used it so rarely that I didn't bother getting one when I moved to Chicago. I'd never eaten a microwave meal until this week, and I feel no need to ever again. I even bought the healthy organic ones! But they are not as good as the food I cook, plus it takes LONGER to heat up a freezer meal than it takes to make and pack a lunchbox.
Also, I have plane tickets and train tickets. BossBoss is going to cry when he sees what I'm doing to the month of May.
You know what this day needs? Dalek Can/Dalek Suck.