He may not have been. But he was something odd. People aren't normally that tall and looming and creepy. Whatever he was, he belonged on the Addams Family.
And maybe so, and maybe you can handle them, too, but I sure couldn't. Once they started giggling, there was no steering them back to the task at hand. I had to end the call there. They emailed me back the following afternoon and told me "Oh, do forgive us, luv. Once we get to laughing we can't stop. We don't laugh nearly so much now that I changed my medication. Only sometimes. And it only destroys the occasional work day now."
...There's no need to remind me of that, either. 😂 And what would you do without a dour relic like me as your foil? I make you even funnier just by existing. 😂
Oh, yes. We got that partnership, and I don't mind saying it's been a load of trouble, too. Why, one day I had to stay on the phone for the better part of six hours with one of their rare books curators - some weirdo almost seven feet tall (that I'm sure is part hill giant) whose name I can't remember. I just call him "Lurch" because that's what he looked like. Anyway, I was still pleased as punch that we got that partnership but I found out he only partly wanted actual help. Really he was just lonely and awkward and once he got on the phone with me he didn't really want to work, just flirt bashfully with me. >.< It's like buying something on Craigslist and then discovering you're stuck at the 60 year old bachelor's house with him showing you his collection of WWII airplane models.
And oh yes, she's a real goblin. And I know those two. Don't let them get into giggling fits or you'll never get another actual thing done for the rest of the day.
That partnership might *seem* awfully prestigious at first, but the luster wears off when you realize that *your* department actually gets stuff done and those weirdos just like to slack off all day. I swear, *that* must be the gig to have. Get your department absorbed by royals and then you can become a sort of aristocrat yourself; sit around and get paid to breathe air and wear a shiny title. >.< The rest of us have to actually do real work.
No way you met a hill giant, aren't they extinct?? Also, are you SURE that wasn't just your delightful Sireny charms peeking out? 😘
Giggly folks I can handle. It's those RLMC snots that would be a PROBLEM.
He may not have been. But he was something odd. People aren't normally that tall and looming and creepy. Whatever he was, he belonged on the Addams Family.
And maybe so, and maybe you can handle them, too, but I sure couldn't. Once they started giggling, there was no steering them back to the task at hand. I had to end the call there. They emailed me back the following afternoon and told me "Oh, do forgive us, luv. Once we get to laughing we can't stop. We don't laugh nearly so much now that I changed my medication. Only sometimes. And it only destroys the occasional work day now."
I mean....Absurd and Fancy sometimes don't see eye to eye, get my drift? 😎
No need to remind *me* 🙄
And yet here you are, hooked on the best soap opera of all TIME just like I am.
Your life would be dreadfully dull without me, darling. Love you mean it. 😘
...There's no need to remind me of that, either. 😂 And what would you do without a dour relic like me as your foil? I make you even funnier just by existing. 😂
(Love you too ❤️)
Oh, yes. We got that partnership, and I don't mind saying it's been a load of trouble, too. Why, one day I had to stay on the phone for the better part of six hours with one of their rare books curators - some weirdo almost seven feet tall (that I'm sure is part hill giant) whose name I can't remember. I just call him "Lurch" because that's what he looked like. Anyway, I was still pleased as punch that we got that partnership but I found out he only partly wanted actual help. Really he was just lonely and awkward and once he got on the phone with me he didn't really want to work, just flirt bashfully with me. >.< It's like buying something on Craigslist and then discovering you're stuck at the 60 year old bachelor's house with him showing you his collection of WWII airplane models.
And oh yes, she's a real goblin. And I know those two. Don't let them get into giggling fits or you'll never get another actual thing done for the rest of the day.
That partnership might *seem* awfully prestigious at first, but the luster wears off when you realize that *your* department actually gets stuff done and those weirdos just like to slack off all day. I swear, *that* must be the gig to have. Get your department absorbed by royals and then you can become a sort of aristocrat yourself; sit around and get paid to breathe air and wear a shiny title. >.< The rest of us have to actually do real work.