October 7th, 2005the main office
The coworker and I spent the day at the main office with the Boss. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too bad. The Boss’ wife is being fazed out of the company (we think), and so she wasn’t at the meeting… which means no marital fighting. A bad, bad thing in the workplace. There wasn’t any yelling or being mean AND we got to eat Thai food again. Bliss. 🙂
However, there was one little incident… I was discussing this new (terrible, very bad, no good) program that the Boss wanted me to get and use to design the images of the report covers we give away on one of our sites. I despise this program. You can only use it on PCs and it’s just very… icky. And I can design these covers freehand, so my response was “WTF?”
Anyway, so I was saying, “Well, I don’t really like it. I designed the basic cover using the program, then I had to take it into ImageReady and fuck with it..” and OHMYGOD, I just said fuck to my boss. I was so appalled. I blushed and covered my mouth while the Boss, the general manager and the coworker busted out laughing. I couldn’t stop apologizing.
The GM looked at me and said, “Don’t worry. He [the Boss] cusses all the time.” The laughter continued.
Ten minutes later, the Boss used the f-word in a sentence, paused, looked at me and said, “Did I get you to start swearing?” More laughter ensued as I assured him that, no, he had not.
Yeah. It was one of those days… lol.
Hahahaha, my favorite saying is, “Fuck-a-doodle-do”
Comment by Augustus — October 7, 2005 @ 10:29 pm
Why doesn’t that surprise me? 😉
Comment by the insider — October 7, 2005 @ 10:48 pm
Boss loses wife, you say ‘fuck’, and I hear churchbells for a marriage……someone has subconscious thoughts about the boss….
Yes, I am Freud.
Comment by Augustus — October 7, 2005 @ 10:48 pm
You naughty girl….
Comment by Augustus — October 7, 2005 @ 10:49 pm
OK first… you are a sick, SICK dude. ROTFL
Second, they aren’t getting divorced, she’s just not going to work for him anymore.
Wack job. That’s what you are. A wack job. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 7, 2005 @ 10:56 pm
your the one with the subconscious thoughts. It doesn’t take Freud to figure out that you wanna get shagged by the boss.
Your the wack job that wants to give a wack job. You should consult Dr. Ruth about your sexual angst. I can only combat your denial, she can help you get shagged by the boss.
Comment by Augustus — October 7, 2005 @ 11:40 pm
The issues you have Augie, ohhh the issues.
I want to dropkick the Boss. Anything else.. ewww.
Dweeb. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 7, 2005 @ 11:53 pm
Thanks Insider and Grampa for your help in figuring out the last blog. As in life I try to make things more complicated than they really are…
I need:
To step out into the experiences of others and use that to make an attitude change
To chill out & not take her reality shows so seriously
Ideas and volunteers to NOAA
To be aware of her own anger
Our help and support now more than ever
A bone marrow transplant
A little hocus-pocus from dear departed Aunt Dimity
Sex but is too busy-minded to be aware of that fact (oooh trust me, I’m all too aware!!)
To cut her mom some slack
Cafeene (sic) to stay awake!!!
What a fun way to kill time on a Friday night! Apparently I also need to get a life…
Comment by Le Will — October 8, 2005 @ 1:34 am
I used to call my boss “big boy”. I probably said fuck to him (and “fuck him”) quite a few times… Ah the casual French working environment. 😉
Comment by Anne — October 8, 2005 @ 1:59 am
1 point goes to…THE INSIDER!!!!!!
Comment by me, myself and I — October 8, 2005 @ 4:40 am
Le Will, you don’t need to get a life. lol 🙂 You need change… and to chill out. 😉 Isn’t Google fun?
Anne—oh my god, seriously?! That’s it, I’m moving to France. Damn.
Me: 🙂 🙂 Yes. 1 point for me. Love that. 🙂
Comment by the insider — October 8, 2005 @ 10:06 am
nice!
Comment by Moxie — October 8, 2005 @ 10:09 am
thai food and profanity. sounds like one hell of a day to me.
Comment by grimace — October 8, 2005 @ 12:34 pm
Moxie.. uh huh. 🙂
Grimace—it was, it really was. lol
Comment by the insider — October 8, 2005 @ 2:48 pm
we drop the f-bomb at work all the time. 🙂
I want thai food now. 🙁
Comment by the guest — October 8, 2005 @ 8:15 pm
Sailor mouth.
Comment by grampa — October 8, 2005 @ 9:40 pm
I am not. You are. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 8, 2005 @ 9:47 pm