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IT IS WAY TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING. I'm going to bed, I swear, I swear.
But once I get colouring something in Photoshop, I know I have to finish it. The last time I stopped in the middle of colouring something, I couldn't remember how I was doing my layers. Poor Indiana Bones.
I'm a custom framer at the moment. Went to dinner with the frame shop, which is all and well, except I was dreading it because I, and the rest of the framers, hate our shop manager. Because he is an useless, immature, unethical dick. So that was going to be awkward. But we all promised to behave, because otherwise then we'd be dicks.
However, he goes and invites the store manager and like, two other managers. Without telling any of us. Which, seriously? We might as well have had the dinner at work, Jesus. Dickwad sat at the far end of the table and made sure the managers were seated around him, while the actual framers, whose dinner this was supposed to be, were at the other end of the table.
Fine. I didn't have to talk to the guy all night. But Jesus Christ, grow a set, would you? What did he think we were going to do, have it out with him?
He acts like a complete child about everything at work. I shouldn't be surprised he's the same way when we're all out together.
Also, we are a generally sarcastic bunch and we like to tease each other. Thus is life. But like, if he'd make a joke about me, every time I turned to smile and laugh (cause I have a sense of humour) he'd immediately just raise his hands and go oh I'm joking, just kidding. And um, NO SHIT, MAN. GROW A SET.
Mhrr. Whatever. I'm done working there next week and I can stop being nice to him at all. \o/
NTS: FINISH:
- shipolympics, last piece
- holmesverse beta!
- trekreversebang draft!
- art beta in inbox!
But once I get colouring something in Photoshop, I know I have to finish it. The last time I stopped in the middle of colouring something, I couldn't remember how I was doing my layers. Poor Indiana Bones.
I'm a custom framer at the moment. Went to dinner with the frame shop, which is all and well, except I was dreading it because I, and the rest of the framers, hate our shop manager. Because he is an useless, immature, unethical dick. So that was going to be awkward. But we all promised to behave, because otherwise then we'd be dicks.
However, he goes and invites the store manager and like, two other managers. Without telling any of us. Which, seriously? We might as well have had the dinner at work, Jesus. Dickwad sat at the far end of the table and made sure the managers were seated around him, while the actual framers, whose dinner this was supposed to be, were at the other end of the table.
Fine. I didn't have to talk to the guy all night. But Jesus Christ, grow a set, would you? What did he think we were going to do, have it out with him?
He acts like a complete child about everything at work. I shouldn't be surprised he's the same way when we're all out together.
Also, we are a generally sarcastic bunch and we like to tease each other. Thus is life. But like, if he'd make a joke about me, every time I turned to smile and laugh (cause I have a sense of humour) he'd immediately just raise his hands and go oh I'm joking, just kidding. And um, NO SHIT, MAN. GROW A SET.
Mhrr. Whatever. I'm done working there next week and I can stop being nice to him at all. \o/
NTS: FINISH:
- shipolympics, last piece
- holmesverse beta!
- trekreversebang draft!
- art beta in inbox!