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Lunchtime
Three cheers for the bodacious British babes who made me giggle when I checked my email at 10.30am. *huggles ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 thatI'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*)
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
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*)
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*high-fives you*
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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.)