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ted sux
2007-04-26 : 3:15 pm

Okay, so remember Ted, the new boss?

Right, so what's written below is a pretty normal day for Ted and I on the old IM client. Keep in mind that yesterday I was given a huge project, referred to as "js" here. I'm also doing two other jobs. So, three simultaneous jobs (for which I have received no extra compensation) I have altered NOTHING from this exchange.

TED: 11:53 JENNNNNNYYY!!!
JENNY: 11:54 Hey
TED: 11:54 aloha
TED: 11: 54 Just checking in to say hi
JENNY: 11:54 hold on one minute, on the phone
JENNY: 11:54 oh okay
JENNY: 11:54 hi
JENNY: 11:54 :)

TED: 11:58 Hi Jenny

TED: 12:31 holla atcha boi.

TED: 12:36 JENNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
JENNY: 12:36 hi Ted
TED: 12:36 hi Jenny

TED: 12: 38 lol

TED: 1:20 it's all fun and games until the flying monkeys attack
JENNY: 1:20 (Autoreply) Lunch

TED: 2:57 JENNNNYYYYY!!!
TED: 2:57 Just checking in
JENNY: 2:57 yup, i'm here
TED: 2:58 I know, I ran a trace route on your IP for activity
JENNY: 2:58 wow. creepy! :)
TED: 2:58 jk
TED: 2:58 jsut wanted to say hi
TED: 2:58 just
JENNY: 2:58 hi
TED: 2:58 hi jennt
TED: 2:58 Jenny
TED: 2:58 damn
TED: 2:58 I cant type today
TED: 2:59 Ok I'll leave you alone now
JENNY: 2:59 :) sorry, just really busy today
TED: 2:59 I know
TED: 2:59 I ran a query on how many open tickets you have
JENNY: 3:00 actually today I'm busy with js stuff
TED: 3:00 I know
TED: 3:00 cuz you just told me
TED: 3:00 :)
TED: 3:02 Its so hard to make jokes with you
TED: 3:02 I give up
TED: 3:02 :(
JENNY: 3:02 sorry, I'm just swamped today
TED: 3:03 at least I have my retarded smily faces

So, basically, this is Ted bothering me almost to the point of harrassment, and then trying to make me feel guilty because I won't laugh at his extremely imbecilic jokes. I mean, come on. I know because you just told me?

Also, he's trying to get us to all put band posters up in our cubicles. He wants Alice in Chains, he's getting Korn for one guy, GodSmack for another, Nine Inch Nails for someone else, and he asked me what I wanted. I do not actually want a poster for a metal band in my work space. I'd rather a nice piece of art, or perhaps an anti-Ted charm performed on the entrance to my cubicle as Ted is not satisfied with simply standing at the entrance to my already very small cubicle, but feels he must come all the way in to stand uncomfortably close while looking pointedly at my computer screen and make inappropriate jokes about "titties" and drug use.

I try very hard to humor him, but he's starting to pick up, I think, on the fact that I hate him with the kind of fiery intensity only found in places like the Bible.

Meanwhile, we did not get the house.

Love,
Jenny