Fear the Monkey!
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maching_monkey bitched me out (but, y'know, with love). So, First Line Meme What Everyone's SO Over, Damn You, Leah
Enterprise:
When Trip was little and a storm blew in off the Gulf of Mexico, he liked to sit at the window and press his nose against the wire screen to watch the rain pound down.
Malcolm gritted his teeth as Phlox explored the wound on his back.
"Would you look at that? It's extraordinary."
A hand reached out, wrapped around his upper arm, and yanked him into a darkened alley.
Three of Starfleet's finest trooped merrily along a corridor of the flagship of the fleet, until one of them slowed to a stop and looked around uncertainly.
"I told you we would get in trouble."
There's nothing like a quiet night in my quarters.
All the way back to the ship on the shuttlepod, Malcolm smirked at him.
(with
kylielee1000)Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me!
My hand shakes a little as I tap in the engineering override code to open Malcolm's door.
"It looks like the problem is in the power transfer conduits."
Liz Cutler rested her head against one of the mess hall tables.
"Are you all right, Commander? You look a little flushed."
"Breathe, Malcolm."
I've been conferring with my engineers, working on a plan to shore up the areas where we've lost the hull plating, when the captain calls me.
I shift a little on the bunk, trying to find a comfortable position for my leg.
Trip saw nothing but white.
Malcolm caught Trip's hand as he reached out, wrapping his fingers around the other man's and returning the pressure, strong and steady.
For once, trade negotiations had gone almost ridiculously well for the crew of the *Enterprise*.
Atlantis:
"Brunette, huh?"
Sheppard turned the corner just in time to see a small, dark-haired woman with an Indian flag patch on her arm slap Rodney McKay across the face and walk away.
Sheppard finally found him in the desalination control room.
"Your numbers are off."
"Why are we here, again?"
Rodney's not a nice person.
McKay hurried through his post-mission unpacking, anxious for a snack and a cup of coffee.
Five minutes.
Rodney is used to wanting what he can't have.
Carson Beckett liked to kiss Rodney while they had sex.
I was somehow convinced that more of them were dialogue...
Oh, and I'm hating Leah with a fiery passion for other, unrelated reasons right now, for the record. She knows why. Damn tiny Canadians.
Tomorrow is our work Halloween party! Which would be great, except I'm helping coordinate it. No pressure...
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Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-01 10:23 pm (UTC)I hope you're not fucked, either. At least not without a lot of severance pay.
Love ya! I'll be thinking good thoughts for you--as you know.
Leah
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 06:39 am (UTC)At least not without a lot of severance pay.
No, see, I want them to lay me off. I came this close to begging the HR director to lay me off. But it's never gonna happen. 98% of my job is stuff that only I do, so there's no redundancy, and my work is the library equivalent of being a janitor--someone will always have to clean the toilets. My job is in zero danger of being eliminated, god fucking dammit. As for firing me, specifically--not going to happen unless I give them cause, because I'm so fucking overqualified for my job. The director, my department head, and the HR director have all told me that they don't expect me to stay, because what the hell am I doing here in the first place? Sigh. And I don't actually want to give them cause to fire me, because that just won't look good on my employment history.
No, today's idiocy will be about "since we've lost at least 40% of our people, why don't we take this opportunity to introduce some completely lunatic new procedures that won't do any good and will simply waste your time and drive you insane?" It's going to involve breaking into groups and brainstorming, even. Kill me now.
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 08:07 pm (UTC)Oh! Of course! Sorry. Ooh. Looking forward to it!
Damn. I'm sorry you're so vital, and therefore forced to endure these meetings.
I called you again tonight! Aren't I annoying? I hope you're okay!
Leah
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 08:45 pm (UTC)Nah, you're sweet. *g* And I'm good! Well, stressing over the election (and totally pissed at Florida), but aside from that, fine. And I posted about my meeting, so you can read my bitching. *g*
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 08:52 pm (UTC)Love ya!
Leah