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I would just like to mention that I enjoy CSI. I don't post about it often, but I really enjoy it. I love the case solving aspect, I love the characters, I love the science. The characters on this CSI just...they're better than the other two, to me. I've tried the others, but they just don't have the same spark.
I like Grissom for being so closed off emotionally but so brilliant.
I like Catherine for being too emotional but damn great when she's on.
I like Warrick for being Warrick, sometimes boring hotness and all.
I like Greg for being an uber-dork.
I like Sara for being fiesty and prickly and defensive and tough.
I like Brass for his attitude and his loyalty.
And I really like Nick for being the unspoken heart of the group, the one who is little brother to them all.
( CSI Finale )
I like Grissom for being so closed off emotionally but so brilliant.
I like Catherine for being too emotional but damn great when she's on.
I like Warrick for being Warrick, sometimes boring hotness and all.
I like Greg for being an uber-dork.
I like Sara for being fiesty and prickly and defensive and tough.
I like Brass for his attitude and his loyalty.
And I really like Nick for being the unspoken heart of the group, the one who is little brother to them all.
( CSI Finale )
We have half the office being passive aggressive this afternoon. I'm refusing to play that game. Whee! Bitchiness!
Coworker number one has been told several times that, due to a meeting scheduled for 2:30, her production report needed to be in a little early. (Especially since everyone knew about this meeting well in advance.) She still waits until just now to turn it in.
Coworker number two keeps walking by and bitching because two boxes of paper for her are sitting up front. Because she doesn't haul heavy things. Which is a passive aggressive stab at me, because I didn't have the delivery guy take them to the back. Never mind that I was answering the phone when he came in and didn't have time to show him where to put the paper. (The paper is currently sitting around the corner in a back area, because two can play this game. It'll sit there until she needs it. She hasn't bothered to ASK why it wasn't delivered to the back. Life sucks...for her.)
ETA: Coworker number three JUST turned in her production report. There are five fucking people who turn in production reports. They are due on Fridays by 2:00. Did she bother telling anyone she was turning it in late? No. The rule is, if you don't turn it in on time, you get fucked, and that's your fault. You have to scramble and make up to the production department. But no, because she only has a week left with the company, she can do whatever she wants. Seriously, I'm pissed, and coworker number two up there (who is the production person) is just as pissed. I swear, the lazy is just running rampant today.
ETA2: Oh. my. god. I open the production report and there are FIVE things on it. Not 20. Not 60. Five. It would take two minutes to do this report. Lazy fucking bitch.
I'm feeling really bitchy right now. *points to mood icon* See?
This post is brought to you by Fridays, lack of sleep, irritating coworkers the world over, and the letter "b".
Coworker number one has been told several times that, due to a meeting scheduled for 2:30, her production report needed to be in a little early. (Especially since everyone knew about this meeting well in advance.) She still waits until just now to turn it in.
Coworker number two keeps walking by and bitching because two boxes of paper for her are sitting up front. Because she doesn't haul heavy things. Which is a passive aggressive stab at me, because I didn't have the delivery guy take them to the back. Never mind that I was answering the phone when he came in and didn't have time to show him where to put the paper. (The paper is currently sitting around the corner in a back area, because two can play this game. It'll sit there until she needs it. She hasn't bothered to ASK why it wasn't delivered to the back. Life sucks...for her.)
ETA: Coworker number three JUST turned in her production report. There are five fucking people who turn in production reports. They are due on Fridays by 2:00. Did she bother telling anyone she was turning it in late? No. The rule is, if you don't turn it in on time, you get fucked, and that's your fault. You have to scramble and make up to the production department. But no, because she only has a week left with the company, she can do whatever she wants. Seriously, I'm pissed, and coworker number two up there (who is the production person) is just as pissed. I swear, the lazy is just running rampant today.
ETA2: Oh. my. god. I open the production report and there are FIVE things on it. Not 20. Not 60. Five. It would take two minutes to do this report. Lazy fucking bitch.
I'm feeling really bitchy right now. *points to mood icon* See?
This post is brought to you by Fridays, lack of sleep, irritating coworkers the world over, and the letter "b".
*points*
I want one of THESE for work.
Please! *bats eyelashes*
(Yeah, I'm in a mood and ready to whip some folks into shape.)
I want one of THESE for work.
Please! *bats eyelashes*
(Yeah, I'm in a mood and ready to whip some folks into shape.)
Dear Male Coworkers:
I know you've seen Return of the Sith. I'm happy for you. But, after having asked if I've seen it, do NOT proceed to then talk about it while standing at my desk! Especially when I'm sitting there with my fingers in my ears and singing "la la la la la".
Sincerely,
Maveness
I know you've seen Return of the Sith. I'm happy for you. But, after having asked if I've seen it, do NOT proceed to then talk about it while standing at my desk! Especially when I'm sitting there with my fingers in my ears and singing "la la la la la".
Sincerely,
Maveness
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