Monday, September 8, 2008
Schadenfreude
I know reading about the details of somebody else's work life is less than scintillating, so let me spare you girls that and just hit the barest outline: someone that I'm working with from another organization to put on a very complicated and big deal event just got the axe from his agency, leaving me scrambling and ready to shriek like the high point of a B 52's song. The upside? A whiff of scandal. Ooooh. Everyone's being terribly discreet, but you know how it is, an unfinished sentence here, a lifted eyebrow there, nothing untoward, of course, because we're all ever so professional. But I got my Nancy Drew sweater set on and I am on the trail of dirt; plus I have a friend in the guy's former office. A mole, could it be more fabulous? Today, speaking with her, I swore I wasn't interested in the sordid details that she's not supposed to be sharing anyway. Next week, I'll suggest lunch or, better still, drinks. I predict to have the case cracked by Tuesday, September 23, maybe by noon, certainly no later than COB.
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You're terrible...
ReplyDeleteNow you've got me all curious, and I have no idea what the hell you're talking about...
Oh Lu honey, I know. And I am deeply ashamed. heehee.
ReplyDeleteBut do you have a snappy blue roadster, a eunuch boyfriend named Ned, and two chums to go a-sleuthing with you?
ReplyDeleteIf memory serves, weren't the two chums sort of dyke-y? Lesbeterians that dare not speak their muff-diving love?
ReplyDeleteNed, on the other hand. Definitely gayboy.
"George" Fayne was definitely a dyke -- cropped hair, tailored clothes, brash attitude and all. Her blonde cream puff cousin, Bess Marvin, was variously described as "pretty," "pleasingly plump," and basically a dithering fool -- I picture Jean Smart in "Designing Women," junior league.
ReplyDeleteALWAYS act disinterested and show no emotion whatsoever when the major scoopage drops in your lap. Then dash to a keyboard; you had me at "COB"...
ReplyDeleteKeep us informed please. Enquiring minds want to know... ;)
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