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September 05, 2002-8:38 p.m. Highlight of my day today: Up front and personal view of the trucker�s daughter trying to use her considerable charm and feminine wiles *puke* to persuade Big T (my new supervisor) to help her with a computer-related issue even though he is no longer in that department. Lots of sweet, saccharine smiles, cute empty-headed head tilting and blatant pandering. Oh and calling stuff �thingees.� Highly amusing. When she left his desk, I spent the next several minutes batting my eyelids furiously. He threatened everyone within earshot with a slow and painful death if we ever referred to anything as a �thingee.� *Sa goes into Miss Cleo mode* ~Rubs temples~ �I see thingees in your future. All kinds of thingees, all over the place. Beware: the thingee!� ~collapses into an exhausted lump~ �That is all.�
**Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
