Posted 01 September 2010 - 10:53 PM
Time for another installment of something you've all not missed in the slightest!
Illy's Injury Update: Postscript
Don't worry, everything's still perfectly fine with the distinguished gentlemen. I'll get to why this is related in a moment.
What most of you don't know is that I'm currently working in a direct sales job, and have been for the past 3 1/2 months or so, which is why you haven't seen me at all recently. Because I am busy as fuck. Hell, this happened yesterday and I didn't have the time to post it here until now. Still, it's a fun job and I enjoy doing it, but one of the many things that I get slightly annoyed by is the high turnover rate of people I work with, where they come and go so fast that they've been gone for a month by the time I remember their name.
Not in this case, though. Oh, no.
Yesterday I was in our joint training room doing a training impact on a new product (my group has moved divisions but share the same office with my boss's boss - long story) when I saw a pretty girl standing with some guys in a different training impact next to us. These were fresh guys just learning how to sell the stuff I used to do, so I didn't really pay much attention, except the pretty girl looked kind of familiar. So I kept on with the training.
Ten minutes later, I looked over again and check the whiteboard to see what they were learning. A basic day two training session, lead by a dude called Mark (who's an absolute asshole), and with a bunch of new guys with names I couldn't bother to remember and the pretty girl who
IT WAS HER
IT WAS HER
IT
WAS
HER
THE GIRL WHO INJURED ME WAS WORKING IN MY OFFICE
I almost shat myself in fear. The dick destroyer, the member mangler, the prick pranger, the knob knackerer, the devil herself was in my office. The guy training us on the new stuff, who found out the story when the guy who took me out for my interview and asked why I couldn't walk up stairs while I still had stitches in told him, saw my reaction, saw what I was looking at, saw the name, remembered, and cracked up. Then told about five guys. The bastard.
FORTUNATELY, she didn't seem to recognise me without the hair, beard, or excess stone and a half of weight I'd lost since January, and I didn't think it was fair to remind her while she was still training because I'm not going to ruin anyone's chance at a job. And I am the very soul of forgiveness. Being in a different product helped.
Holy fuck, I never ever expected that to happen.
Hello, soldiers, look at your mage, now back to me, now back at your mage, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped being an unascended mortal and switched to Sole Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in a warren with the High Mage your cadre mage could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an acorn with two gates to that realm you love. Look again, the acorn is now otataral. Anything is possible when your mage smells like Sole Spice and not a Bole brother. I’m on a quorl.