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Sep. 28th, 2005 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideWhy Jeff The Magnificent is So Damn Magnificent: An Essay
Scene from an IM earlier today.
Me: WHY HAVE YOU NOT BROUGHT ME ALL THE CHOCOLATE IN THE LAND? *angry face*
Jeff: *embarrassed face*
Jeff: I would have, but I'm just a poor tech writer without a car.
Me: Pff. I accept no excuses! Why have you not absconded with a stolen car and brought me chocolate?!
Jeff: If law isn't a limiting factor, why haven't you broken into the cafe and stolen some cake.
Me: DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!
At this point, my IM seized up with rage over the ALLCAPS, gave off some disturbing corporate messages, and I sheepishly called Jeff saying that my 'thingie was broken' and hopefully I wouldn't be fired for misusing company resources.
A few minutes, and a reboot later, things were fine.
Jeff bounded into my office shortly after, a paper bag at his side.
Jeff: Is everything okay?
Me: Yes! Whew! I'm sorry, I should have sent you a....*observing paper bag* What's that?
Jeff: A cookie.
Me: *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
He ran to the corner sandwich shop and bought me a chocolate-chip cookie.
*dies from fawning adoration*
Do you see?? Do you see why I gush so?
Scene from an IM earlier today.
Me: WHY HAVE YOU NOT BROUGHT ME ALL THE CHOCOLATE IN THE LAND? *angry face*
Jeff: *embarrassed face*
Jeff: I would have, but I'm just a poor tech writer without a car.
Me: Pff. I accept no excuses! Why have you not absconded with a stolen car and brought me chocolate?!
Jeff: If law isn't a limiting factor, why haven't you broken into the cafe and stolen some cake.
Me: DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!
At this point, my IM seized up with rage over the ALLCAPS, gave off some disturbing corporate messages, and I sheepishly called Jeff saying that my 'thingie was broken' and hopefully I wouldn't be fired for misusing company resources.
A few minutes, and a reboot later, things were fine.
Jeff bounded into my office shortly after, a paper bag at his side.
Jeff: Is everything okay?
Me: Yes! Whew! I'm sorry, I should have sent you a....*observing paper bag* What's that?
Jeff: A cookie.
Me: *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
He ran to the corner sandwich shop and bought me a chocolate-chip cookie.
*dies from fawning adoration*
Do you see?? Do you see why I gush so?
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