Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo I killed the rock rock rock rock rock
Daryl and I have concluded that I get to do whatever I want, and other people are just forced to go along with it. For example:
When I switched to dispatch last semester, I was given a new badge number randomly, and I sulked for a long time. When I switched back to patrol, I proceeded to throw a fit until they gave me my old number back. Bossman Prime is never going to let me live it down, ("'It's a palindrome!' is not a reason, Wren.") and Tom keeps making "you just want to be under me" jokes, but I wanted my old number back, damnit!
Today, Mother Goose (my new name for an old bossman, see here) decided that Daryl was to spend all eight hours in the office dispatching. I decided he was wrong. We proceeded to "compromise," and as a result he has spent one hour in the office dispatching. I'm sorry, but learning buildings are more important.
And now, I eat sushi.
NOTE TO SELF: Update this banner.
4 comments:
Well that's just not fair. You can't win all the time. It's not supposed to work like that.
Think about my life for a second.
It's called a forceful personality. You have one. I thought you had learned that by now. ;)
Learning buildings is more important. Learning grammar is also important.
;)
I miss my Wren lots already :(.
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