Why I Love My Wife
or, why we're perfectly suited for each other.
I come in the door this evening looking cranky.
Pygment: What's up?
Me: Oh, the latest saga from the joyous world of job hunting.
Pygment: What's that?
Me: I've got a headhunter annoyed at me because, apparently, I intimidated her secretary.
Pygment: SCORE! (arms raised in the victory position)
*we both bust up laughing*
Pygment: We're mean.
Me: Yes, we're bad people. I love you.
(There's a good chance this won't be as funny to anyone who isn't us and wasn't here, but if you are, it was.)
I come in the door this evening looking cranky.
Pygment: What's up?
Me: Oh, the latest saga from the joyous world of job hunting.
Pygment: What's that?
Me: I've got a headhunter annoyed at me because, apparently, I intimidated her secretary.
Pygment: SCORE! (arms raised in the victory position)
*we both bust up laughing*
Pygment: We're mean.
Me: Yes, we're bad people. I love you.
(There's a good chance this won't be as funny to anyone who isn't us and wasn't here, but if you are, it was.)
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Yes, I can picture this scene very clearly in my head.
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Sounds like it's a good thing the two of you found each other!
By the way, were you trying to intimidate the secretary, or did you just not realize that that's how you were coming across?
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I was rather emphatic - I regarded them as high-pressure and I don't respond well to being pressured.
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Good luck with the job search!
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- Eddie
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total score.!
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I almost spewed my oatmeal on my monitor.
(now, do it again - "SCORE!")
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