Lunchtime

[out_there]

Three cheers for the bodacious British babes who made me giggle when I checked my email at 10.30am. *huggles oxoniensis and phoebesmum* Those two lay down the Law!

(I was tempted to say "saucy English wenches", but I wasn't sure how complimentary that would be. *g*)

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*mutter*grumble* There's a special place in hell reserved for pernickety clients that always think they know best. I mean, sure, the guy may be a medical specialist and all, but trust me when I say that the provisional insurance offer is probably the best you'll get.

(He won't. I know. He'll get the info, and talk with y bosses, and check other companies, and then come back and admit that I'm not an idiot I might have a clue what I'm talking about.)

Considering I'm not actually in a bad mood, it's surprising how grumpy I sound on LJ. ("I'm not a bitter old fic queen, I just play one online!" *laughs*)

Comments

[celli]

Look at you, kicking ass and sticking to your plans!

*high-fives you*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*high fives you back*

Well, it makes up for the fact that the study plans are being ignored... *g*

Although, I am discovering how everyone else wastes time in the office: getting frequent snacks, checking/moving their cars, standing in each others' offices and talking, and just before lunch, *throwing* a soft football across the bullpen area. I'm still blinking at that last one. (Needless to say, the bosses were all out in meetings when that tomfoolery occured.)

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

We are Strict Disciplinarians.

There's a lot of demand for it, if you believe the notes people pin up in phone boxes.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Bwah! (I'm being naughty because I'm tired. I'll just check LJ for 15 minutes while I drink my coke.)

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

While I'm staggering off to bed. The Mighty Epic has kept me up till 2.00 for about the past four nights running, and it's hard enough to stay awake at work on a good day. Whatever a one of those would be. 'Night!