Gaze Upon my Coworkers, Ye Mighty, and Despair. Lord knows I do.
Just as a headsup: if I ask you for something, then ask again later that day, then ask again the next day and again the next day, I'd A) like to be told 'there's more of it I can't give you yet' the FIRST time. And I certainly don't fucking want B) to get told, the fourth time, 'oh, you were asking for the cookies?' YES. I WAS ASKING FOR THE COOKIES FOUR DAYS AGO. now GIVE ME THE FUCKING COOKIES.
I swear to god, nobody I work with speaks the English language. They speak some weird pidgin composed of large slabs of moon language* and FUCKTARD. Unfortunately, my hemi-fluency in both of these languages still leaves these morons incomprehensible.
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* Moon Language replaces 'inbred', with warm thanks to redshrike for identifying this tongue for me. A definition of the term moon language can be found in the comments to this entry.
redshrike for identifying this tongue for me. A definition of the term moon language can be found in the comments to this entry. 