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*

[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.