Work is Hell
Christian been loosening the reins on me. Letting me take on some things by myself. You'd think that was a good thing, right?
My ass.
As in, I been workin' it off even more since he decided I "needed to spread my wings in the firm" in that damned irritating accent of his. The one that always makes it sound like he talking down his nose at me. Smug sonuvabitch.
I don't know what sandbox he playin' in now, but it looks like it's takin' up most of his time. Which is fine. Let him get all up somebody else's ass.
But he takes credit with the Senior Partners for anything I been doing? We gonna throw.
So I been going over security footage and personality profiles on Angel and all his homies. All that shit's well and good, but I got to get my hands in it, know what I mean? I got to get all up in this vamp's face to get a feel for him.
Trouble is, everytime I suggest it, I get knocked down faster than Little Mac against Mike Tyson. Partners don't want me going anywhere near that hotel of theirs. Ain't been no reason given...just flat-out "hell, no."
OK, fine. But when I don't give these bad boys what they want, and they ask why, I hope they ready for me to tell 'em, "It's on account of your office politics, yo."
Probably be a little more diplomatic with the Partners than that, though. Don't need to spend any time in a torture dimension, like Smithy in Finance. Dude came back with a lisp and a limp. Don't wanna know why.
Damn. All this lawyer shit gives my headaches headaches. Mama Gunn's little boy needs to get his mind off work.
Hell, if Christian ain't taking care of his business, maybe I'll see if Lilah wants to play. Mrowr.
My ass.
As in, I been workin' it off even more since he decided I "needed to spread my wings in the firm" in that damned irritating accent of his. The one that always makes it sound like he talking down his nose at me. Smug sonuvabitch.
I don't know what sandbox he playin' in now, but it looks like it's takin' up most of his time. Which is fine. Let him get all up somebody else's ass.
But he takes credit with the Senior Partners for anything I been doing? We gonna throw.
So I been going over security footage and personality profiles on Angel and all his homies. All that shit's well and good, but I got to get my hands in it, know what I mean? I got to get all up in this vamp's face to get a feel for him.
Trouble is, everytime I suggest it, I get knocked down faster than Little Mac against Mike Tyson. Partners don't want me going anywhere near that hotel of theirs. Ain't been no reason given...just flat-out "hell, no."
OK, fine. But when I don't give these bad boys what they want, and they ask why, I hope they ready for me to tell 'em, "It's on account of your office politics, yo."
Probably be a little more diplomatic with the Partners than that, though. Don't need to spend any time in a torture dimension, like Smithy in Finance. Dude came back with a lisp and a limp. Don't wanna know why.
Damn. All this lawyer shit gives my headaches headaches. Mama Gunn's little boy needs to get his mind off work.
Hell, if Christian ain't taking care of his business, maybe I'll see if Lilah wants to play. Mrowr.