Little Green Faeries

Like someone pissing in your stream of consciousness

Friday, November 04, 2005

...so I sit the servers down and I,the most-supportive-of-the-plight-of -the-worker manager,writes up my staff...and it should have stopped there...but no,this is memphis,where common sense was fucked out of the gene pool (if ever present)sometime around the civil war...I mean, "The War of Northern Aggression"...so my servers decided to tell me that I needed to staff differently (which I told them was true, the obvious change being swapping them out for a more competent duo)and a laundry list of things that really had nothing to do with them,me or the price of a pint of guinness...wow. So what does the Mistress do? She sucks it up, acts professional, and slowly-quietly-deliberately- plots to take over the world...

3 Comments:

Blogger Tiergan said...

...if you're going to take over the world, can I be your henchman?

6:30 AM  
Blogger Mistress Gita said...

and your weapon will be dance

6:38 AM  
Blogger Tiergan said...

Is this the part where we laugh maniacally?

I'll go first:

MUAHAHAHA!

7:23 AM  

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