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I spent yesterday morning bopping from doctor to -- OH MY GOD I think I have time to run to the library between appointments. I do! I do! And they have all the Lemony Snicket books, and Portnoy's Complaint, and, wow, I'd totally forgotten how amazing it is that you can walk into this building and they just give you a stack of books! -- doctor.
I am, at present, lucky. I like my doctors.
Flexy: Dr. Louise -- can I bother you for one more minute? The second you walked out I realized I forgot to ask the one question I really wanted to.
Dr. L: Oh, interesting! That's never happened to anyone before.
And then I got an indirect compliment from my boss at work, which was nice. I have not talked all that much about Silver Fox, but know the following: he plays a lot of games and he doesn't like Big Daddy (or vice versa). He could doubtless crush me like a small insect if displeased, but I keep him pleased, so he's well within the boundaries of what I can work with. And so for that conversation:
Silver Fox: ... was hoping that you could be the liaison to the CashCow team for the UdderlyHuge release that's coming up, and help them with the design work.
Flexy: Of course. I'd be happy to.
Silver Fox: Good. *smiling* I've had a lot of requests for... a change of staffing on that. (note: it used to be Big Daddy, but he was reallocated to some critical bug fixes instead, so he hasn't been liaising)
Flexy: Ah. *smiles back* From 'nobody' to 'a named resource'?
Silver Fox: That, too.
It's nice, it is undeniably nice, that Silver Fox is happy and that the CashCow team was asking for me. But I don't want to talk trash about Big Daddy, who I like very much. I was glad I found a way to avoid it. That fox... goddamn. If spotted in the natural habitat of the hallway, continue walking calmly at normal pace. Do not show fear. But do not engage in conversation unless fully awake and feeling verbally adroit.
I am, at present, lucky. I like my doctors.
Flexy: Dr. Louise -- can I bother you for one more minute? The second you walked out I realized I forgot to ask the one question I really wanted to.
Dr. L: Oh, interesting! That's never happened to anyone before.
And then I got an indirect compliment from my boss at work, which was nice. I have not talked all that much about Silver Fox, but know the following: he plays a lot of games and he doesn't like Big Daddy (or vice versa). He could doubtless crush me like a small insect if displeased, but I keep him pleased, so he's well within the boundaries of what I can work with. And so for that conversation:
Silver Fox: ... was hoping that you could be the liaison to the CashCow team for the UdderlyHuge release that's coming up, and help them with the design work.
Flexy: Of course. I'd be happy to.
Silver Fox: Good. *smiling* I've had a lot of requests for... a change of staffing on that. (note: it used to be Big Daddy, but he was reallocated to some critical bug fixes instead, so he hasn't been liaising)
Flexy: Ah. *smiles back* From 'nobody' to 'a named resource'?
Silver Fox: That, too.
It's nice, it is undeniably nice, that Silver Fox is happy and that the CashCow team was asking for me. But I don't want to talk trash about Big Daddy, who I like very much. I was glad I found a way to avoid it. That fox... goddamn. If spotted in the natural habitat of the hallway, continue walking calmly at normal pace. Do not show fear. But do not engage in conversation unless fully awake and feeling verbally adroit.
