*destroys tokyo in a fit of schadenfreude*
All I’m saying is that I don’t want to hear you negotiating with your bill collector about whether you were late. I don’t want to hear about your abusive and alchoholic parents. I don’t want to hear about your ex-husband. I don’t want to swap allergy stories.
I don’t want to be assaulted on a daily basis by inane questions regarding mysterious and vaguely suspicious emails from foreign benefactors looking for a bank acount to deposit their ill-gotten gains.
You are the admin, and other than the bitter fact of our shared half-wall, we have nearly nothing in common.
You make my well-known and lauded ability to go on without the slightest provocation (in comparison) seem like I should be in robes, meditating on my vow of complete and total silence.
</whinyrant>
My personal life, other than the simplest weekend entertainments and my friendship with Trase, is entirely outside the realm of knowledge I allow my cow-workers (thanks dave, here’s a fiver).
You should join Mel’s new community,. ;)
*hugs*
i’m always driving by crain on the way back from tigers games and thinking “there’s scott and trase’s prison of doom!”
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
Jerk :) I went downstairs to bring you some 5th lotion, and found out Trase has Left The Building!
Noooooooooooooo! Paaadmeeee!
LOL sorry…home sick today. Stupid asthma/funk/fevery thing going on, blarg!
What IS that on your nose? LOL
pool cue chalk :)
Nice! Or should I say, Smurfy! :D
I think the giant Crain sign is expected to have the same ominous effect of Alcatraz. It’s a looming, glowing glyph, a part of the city, yet beyond and above it.
Like a prison watchtower.
OF DOOM.
Indeed.
I don’t want to be assaulted on a daily basis by inane questions regarding mysterious and vaguely suspicious emails from foreign benefactors looking for a bank acount to deposit their ill-gotten gains.
bwa hahahaha!!
The “bitter fact” of the “shared wall” made me lose it. Quite amusing, you are.
Thanks *big grin*
I feel your pain. My cow-workers (one in particular) constantly not only share every minute detail of their lives, but also pry into mine. I. Don’t. Care. I just want to do my work. I don’t want to hear about your weekend. I don’t want to tell you about mine. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Oh yes, I feel your pain.
That’s supposed to be cow-orkers, but it’s close enough. I yoinked it from alt.sysadmin.recovery anyway. ;)