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Dec. 16th, 2005 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lamia_primeuh, hello and fuck OFF?
I'm sitting at work, ostensibly typing a document, but really quite involved in playing a computer game.
Middle-Aged White Man In Tie whirlwinds into the office, toothy grin and candy box in hand.
Says "Aw, don't look so dour, it's christmastime!"
I blink and reply "Yeah, and I'm in the office!" (which part of I clearly would rather be home baking cookies is the complex part?)
Forced joviality continues. Apparently this guy is owner of the building, or close to it. I have seen him once, perhaps twice (you know, come the holidays when he delivers a 1lb box of candy, THE SAME KIND THAT WE HAND OUT), never introduced himself, I suppose I am presumably to know his wonderfulness through osmosis.
He starts to head from Llama's office "I'd like to just give this to him..." And even before the words "FUCK OFF" or "I'm sorry, he's busy right now" can come from my mouth, he's past my desk, and sees the closed office door. Smile falters. A few more bits of drivel are exchanged, I promise to deliver said box of chocolate (removing it from where he's laid it on top of the ledge, over my tower, which is QUITE warm, stupid) and he whirlwinds back out of the office.
A. I don't know you. I don't care that you and Llama have been best buddies since 3rd grade or you both nailed the same chick down in Tijuana back in '64. You're not getting in there. That's why I get paid.
2. FUCK YOU. Don't tell me to cheer up just because it's "Christmastime". First off, bullshit, it's the 16th. MY winter holiday is 5 days away, YOURS is over a week from now. Second, FUCK YOU, maybe my dog died, or I got a flat tire coming in to work, or my insurance rates just increased, who the fuck do you think you are telling me to cheer up because of some arbitrary calendar date?
III. FUCK YOU AGAIN!
Jerk.
We now return you to your regularly scheudled pre-lunch lj.
I'm sitting at work, ostensibly typing a document, but really quite involved in playing a computer game.
Middle-Aged White Man In Tie whirlwinds into the office, toothy grin and candy box in hand.
Says "Aw, don't look so dour, it's christmastime!"
I blink and reply "Yeah, and I'm in the office!" (which part of I clearly would rather be home baking cookies is the complex part?)
Forced joviality continues. Apparently this guy is owner of the building, or close to it. I have seen him once, perhaps twice (you know, come the holidays when he delivers a 1lb box of candy, THE SAME KIND THAT WE HAND OUT), never introduced himself, I suppose I am presumably to know his wonderfulness through osmosis.
He starts to head from Llama's office "I'd like to just give this to him..." And even before the words "FUCK OFF" or "I'm sorry, he's busy right now" can come from my mouth, he's past my desk, and sees the closed office door. Smile falters. A few more bits of drivel are exchanged, I promise to deliver said box of chocolate (removing it from where he's laid it on top of the ledge, over my tower, which is QUITE warm, stupid) and he whirlwinds back out of the office.
A. I don't know you. I don't care that you and Llama have been best buddies since 3rd grade or you both nailed the same chick down in Tijuana back in '64. You're not getting in there. That's why I get paid.
2. FUCK YOU. Don't tell me to cheer up just because it's "Christmastime". First off, bullshit, it's the 16th. MY winter holiday is 5 days away, YOURS is over a week from now. Second, FUCK YOU, maybe my dog died, or I got a flat tire coming in to work, or my insurance rates just increased, who the fuck do you think you are telling me to cheer up because of some arbitrary calendar date?
III. FUCK YOU AGAIN!
Jerk.
We now return you to your regularly scheudled pre-lunch lj.
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Date: 2005-12-16 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-16 06:24 pm (UTC)heh... penis.
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Date: 2005-12-16 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-16 06:23 pm (UTC)If nothing else, *I'd* certainly feel better afterwards!
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Date: 2005-12-16 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-16 05:49 pm (UTC)I don't know.
But I miss Christmases like I remember.
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Date: 2005-12-16 06:22 pm (UTC)That's usually my line of reasoning ;)
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Date: 2005-12-17 10:33 pm (UTC)