When I lived in Houston the fire alarm went off. And I looked out the window and saw flames shooting up. I worked for a company that included a trading desk, and the traders always ignored fire drills. So before exiting I walked over to the traders' area, and told them "this is not a drill, it is a real fire". One of them asked "how serious"? I said "No idea, up to you decide how much your ass is worth to you."
They exited building, and the fire turned out to be minor. They were pissed at me, but as I said "the choice was yours, I told you accurately that the fire was real and that I had no idea about seriousness."
As someone who spent twenty years "taking a knee" in martial arts classes, and who wouldn't know Tebow if he proposed marriage to her right now (seriously, I don't even know his first name), I'm going merrily along with my knee shit, and hope the rest of the world will rejoin me someday.
A co-worker has dared me to behave. I should not have been snarky in that email, but at least it was about an external company, so I figure I'm safe, even if it is demonstrably bad form.
Thanks for all the condolences, all.
Look, I have a shiny new/old/refurbished name!
Great. Now I'm going to be totally fucked up with how to refer to you.
Why is this not about me?
I join Jesse in sniffling.
I suppose I could change my board name to Spare Cat for karmic balance, but trust me, that's not a feline persona one wants to adopt.
Aww, Lee.
Someone pass the tissues, please.
Great. Now I'm going to be totally fucked up with how to refer to you.
Just don't call me late for dinner!
(sorry, couldn't resist)
Perkins,
I'm late, but my condolences.
In re the cruise ship - I heard somewhere that when the captain was complaining about it being dark, De Falco asked him if he wanted to go home ... and Captain Clueless pretty much said yes.
