Shit, piss, and corruption is a good one: I picked it up from my very Catholic mother, along with Jesus, Mary & Joseph.

But I try not to swear too much in the office, generally.

I say "frakking" now. And occasionally if I am out of earshot of anyone who might care, I say "Jesus Christ" but I pronounce the "Jesus" the way it's pronounced in Spanish, and I add a ridiculous drawn-out "o" to the end of "Christ".

But "frakking" is awesome because it's got that satisfying fricative action.

But seriously, brenda should be able to say whateverthefuck she wants.

The workplace is a bit different, though, right?

My boss at my previous workplace was great at getting me to be very mindful of what I say (in a totally disarming way). She's the one who told me to think of the worst, most awful thing I could think of (which was "kill a dog") and imagine a co-worker repeating it every day whenever he was mad. She said, "maybe that's what saying certain things feels like to someone else hearing them."

I was annoyed at the time, but it has stayed with me.

Sorry! Didn't mean to preach or kill the thread!

Work is different.

and I work at a public library --and although I don't really care what language people use -- other people do care . and part of my job is to make the library reasonably comfortable for most people. so I sometimes do ask people to tone down their language

Brenda, it sounds like an honest email asking a favor. A pain in the ass request, sure, but she asked really nicely it seems? I don't know the backstory though - maybe she's really a jerk-off?

Oh, she's being completely sincere and not trying to be all drama queen. She's really very sweet.

I just don't know how I'm going to open my mouth around here. It's like one of my primary communication (not to mention coping) mechanisms is being cut off!

brenda should be able to say whateverthefuck she wants.

Not at work, no. If she'd been saying (excuse the besmirching) motherfucking faggot immigrant cocksuckers, I'd feel perfectly complacent about asking for her to stop, and I might not even go to her.

Boss just caught me drawing at my desk. Know what? Lunchtime. It's a thing.

those I've encountered who claim Zeus as their deity don't seem to give a shit if someone swears by him.

I'm cool with it. And if Zeus feels differently, well, He's the one with the thunderbolts.

If the original email had come to me, I'd probably go along with it. The person seemed to be reasonably polite, compared to the, "How could you take the name of our Savior in vain you vile heathen I will pray for you as you writhe in the unquenchable flames of hell," kinda comment. Which I've heard before, so I'm inclined to encourage the more polite asks.

In any case, I love the idea of switching to "motherfucker" instead. You know, out of respect.

I may have to do that. My sister suggested I start going all Quebec. Tabernac! Or maybe, TABERNAC, MOTHERFUCKER!

I just don't know how I'm going to open my mouth around here. It's like one of my primary communication (not to mention coping) mechanisms is being cut off!

Understandable! Now I am trying to figure out, if you start to say "Jesus", what you can segue into..."Jellyfuck!"?

Also, when she did report to me directly I really tried to be more careful, or at least more seruptitious about it. I think I've just backslid.