Magda ruled.
Good luck in your new digs, Eve.
I could never understand a word Magda said, either (a London friend tells me that’s “a very specific neighborhood-of-London accent”).
But I mean the attitude. Everyone on the floor hates the Fashion Harpy, but she’s a Very Important Stylist who sets up all our fashion shoots (while striding around screaming into her phone and flinging Next Season’s Trends all over the floor: “You! Don’t step on that! It’s Chanel!”), so killing her would inconvenience the whole fashion dept. for at least a month or two.
So are ‘they’ discussing the end of Friends?
What will happen with Wross and Wrachel?
We need one last transcript from them Eve.
Today they’ve been sharing photos of the Pwincess Pwecious’ spawn, The Infanta Pwecious (“she’s so cuuuuuute!”). And a cutesy-ootsey fightsy-wightsy bwoke out when Sir Pwecious took something from the Pwincess’ cubicle without asking (“You’re meeeeeeaaaan! Give it baaaaaack!”).
I can’t wait to get home and kick some puppies.
Could be worse. Could be Bubbles.
Oh, that would be Gail, across the hall from me. I love her.
That is so terrible. I am still in school, so all I have are the Super Sluts. They like to wear shorts so short, thongs are longer. And they are SO FREAKING ANNOYING! If I have to hear ONE more terribley sung songs while I am trying to concentrate, I will shove my pencil down their throat, yank out their voice box, and shove it up their ass.
My wife refers to women who look like this as “social x-rays”. 
Oh, I long to be a social X-ray! No, Fashion Harpy is just a Loud, Annoying Bitch.
I love the Fashionistas. Thea: “Eve, we should form a bulemia support group–you hold my hair, and I’ll hold yours!”
I met a bulemia support group in the women’s room at El Torito once. They gossiped merrily over fajitas and margaritas and then they all trouped off to the restroom and had them again the other way. I decided I could wait to pee until I got home.
Eve, Cher3
Thank you–I just laughed out loud for the first time in 10 days. I truly needed that.
Yeah, It does kinda answer all those pesky questions, don’t it?
Eve, dear, it was never a kingdom.
It was a pwincipawity.
Ever the ray of sunshine, aren’t we?
Damnit! I laughed out loud when my boss knows I’m doing “not funny” work! This is a visual I’ll not soon forget!
Damn, I think I hurt myself laughing at that!
I don’t blame you for moving. I used to work in a “bull pen” type of office (all open cubicles). There was this one woman who liked to whistle and to sing at the top of her lungs. The boss wouldn’t put a stop to it because “she has a nice voice”. :rolleyes:
Personally, I thought a nice cuppa shut the f*** up was in order.
So Eve, are you going to throw a cubicle warming after you move next week? I’ll bring the gucamole and chips!
The Pwincess Pwecious Pwincipawity?
It’s a good thing she’s getting out; no one could pronounce that without spit spwitzing the Pwincess. It would be Chaos, and then Our Eve would be Thwon to the Woused Wabble to be Wavaged.
It just doesn’t bear thinking of.
Congwatuwations aww in owdew, Eve! Enjoy youw new wocation!
I really shouldn’t do this, my brother has the same whatever-you-call it speech thing… although thank goodness he doesn’t sound all squeaky.
Will you officiate at my wedding?
[sub]Mawwige is what bwings us togewah.[/sub]