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Mar. 12th, 2004 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosGood news: Ha! I knew I was right when I said Hottie Supervisor had to have something seriously wrong with him if I liked him.
Bad news: It turns out it was punctuality, as he was late twenty minutes today and fired as soon as he walked in the door.
Good news: I was told by Bossman what my pay would be upon being hired by the company, and it's %150 better than the best pay I've ever gotten before.
Bad news: He didn't actually make it official.
Good news: As Sylvia pointed out to me after I lamented the loss of the eye candy that was the Hottie Supervisor, unlike some unfortunate souls, I still have my hair, my eyesight, my hearing, and all of my teeth.
Bad news: I then proceeded to take a sizable chip out of one of my molars with a nefarious Cheeto.
Urgh.
Here's a writing challenge for you folks. Write me a fic with the following opening sentence: "Fate, graceful weaver of destinies and mythical being of untold power and knowledge, was having a perfectly reasonable day until the pissed-off chick whacked her upside the head with a two-by-four."
Bad news: It turns out it was punctuality, as he was late twenty minutes today and fired as soon as he walked in the door.
Good news: I was told by Bossman what my pay would be upon being hired by the company, and it's %150 better than the best pay I've ever gotten before.
Bad news: He didn't actually make it official.
Good news: As Sylvia pointed out to me after I lamented the loss of the eye candy that was the Hottie Supervisor, unlike some unfortunate souls, I still have my hair, my eyesight, my hearing, and all of my teeth.
Bad news: I then proceeded to take a sizable chip out of one of my molars with a nefarious Cheeto.
Urgh.
Here's a writing challenge for you folks. Write me a fic with the following opening sentence: "Fate, graceful weaver of destinies and mythical being of untold power and knowledge, was having a perfectly reasonable day until the pissed-off chick whacked her upside the head with a two-by-four."
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Not my best effort.
Date: 2004-03-12 07:45 pm (UTC)"Please...consider our...offer." She choked out, before falling on the doorstep, dead.
Mary kicked the body off the welcome matt, before returning to her interrupted dinner.
Damn she hated Jehovah's Witnesses.
Fate, graceful weaver of destinies and mythical being of untold power and knowledge, was having a perfectly reasonable day until the pissed-off chick whacked her upside the head with a two-by-four. Repeatedly. With many swear words interjected. And mass-mobbing when the others arrived.
"What the fuck do you mean he's not real? I want Legolas! NOW!"
Fucking fangirls.