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More idiocy from M.; not worth getting annoyed about, but there it is.
Christiane, we need to talk, says M..
Okay, says I, keeping an even voice and a straight face despite the panic that OMG they found the fanfic on my computer! Or noticed that my toilet breaks take longer than they should! Or they object to my turning paperclips into Egyptian coils instead of throwing them away!
But no.
It's okay if you have tea, says M., which is really generous because he doesn't have the rights to forbid anyone, not even me, to drink tea or coffee or beer for that matter, anyway. It's okay for you to drink tea, but you have to throw the tea bags away more carefully. You threw the last one away so that it pulled the garbage bag down into the bin and I had to straighten it myself when I came into the office.
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I don't even know what to say. My first impulse is to laugh hysterically because Eru Almighty, he had to straighten the garbage bag! I mean, you really have to treasure this. Nothing is broken, nothing is wrong, there isn't even tea inside the bin, but the garbage bag was no longer neat and orderly and he had to fix it himself! Drama!
My second impulse is to roll my eyes (which I do, but looking somewhere else) and ask whether he doesn't find it a wee bit ridiculous to get worked up about this. I mean, how ridiculous is this?
What I do is say Oh, okay. After all, you shouldn't argue with idiots, they drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience. Don't manage a sorry, though.
You understand it? asks he, and I lie, Sure.
Okay. Thanks.
What is this, the madhouse?
On the plus side, I managed to finish my entries for Goldseven's art contest (a day before the deadline, but hey, better than a day after). AND my LARP group is going to a Viking festival Iceland in June and we only have to pay for the flight and it may be in the middle of the semester but there's no way in hell I'm not going to Iceland if I get transport, housing, food and beer for free and only have to pay for the flight. (If I were a guy the Viking festival would even pay for the flight as because they seem to be desperate for warriors for the shield wall, but even so!) I mean. Iceland. Viking festival. GUH.
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( Ich bin von Idioten umgeben! Zum Ausgleich: Wikinger. )
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Christiane, we need to talk, says M..
Okay, says I, keeping an even voice and a straight face despite the panic that OMG they found the fanfic on my computer! Or noticed that my toilet breaks take longer than they should! Or they object to my turning paperclips into Egyptian coils instead of throwing them away!
But no.
It's okay if you have tea, says M., which is really generous because he doesn't have the rights to forbid anyone, not even me, to drink tea or coffee or beer for that matter, anyway. It's okay for you to drink tea, but you have to throw the tea bags away more carefully. You threw the last one away so that it pulled the garbage bag down into the bin and I had to straighten it myself when I came into the office.
...
I don't even know what to say. My first impulse is to laugh hysterically because Eru Almighty, he had to straighten the garbage bag! I mean, you really have to treasure this. Nothing is broken, nothing is wrong, there isn't even tea inside the bin, but the garbage bag was no longer neat and orderly and he had to fix it himself! Drama!
My second impulse is to roll my eyes (which I do, but looking somewhere else) and ask whether he doesn't find it a wee bit ridiculous to get worked up about this. I mean, how ridiculous is this?
What I do is say Oh, okay. After all, you shouldn't argue with idiots, they drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience. Don't manage a sorry, though.
You understand it? asks he, and I lie, Sure.
Okay. Thanks.
What is this, the madhouse?
On the plus side, I managed to finish my entries for Goldseven's art contest (a day before the deadline, but hey, better than a day after). AND my LARP group is going to a Viking festival Iceland in June and we only have to pay for the flight and it may be in the middle of the semester but there's no way in hell I'm not going to Iceland if I get transport, housing, food and beer for free and only have to pay for the flight. (If I were a guy the Viking festival would even pay for the flight as because they seem to be desperate for warriors for the shield wall, but even so!) I mean. Iceland. Viking festival. GUH.
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( Ich bin von Idioten umgeben! Zum Ausgleich: Wikinger. )
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