Jonathan Chance: Maybe you should bug management for a seperate fridge. Label one “Food only” and the other “Dead Birds (that you do not intend to eat) Only”. HTH. HAND.
Hey, I saw that movie! Did she then attack her parents with a Christmas tree? 
Yeah and then she ran away.
So cha-cha heels are just high spike heels? That needs a special name? Huh.
It’s fashion, dahling. You just reach back 20 years, grab some godawful piece of clothing, file the serial numbers off, call it “vintage” or “retro” and give it a kicky new name. Works every time.
Eve, I haven’t read every single Pwincess thwead, but I saw enough to get an idea of the sitwuwation. (Okay, that one didn’t work.) I get the impression that you’re the long-suffering type. I say it’s time to let out your inner Wile E. Coyote and let the subtle revenge begin.
I had a dead pelican under my desk once. The box made a nice foot prop while I was typing (we were shipping it out for a necropsy).
And I know what you mean: I opened the freezer to find 30 black-and-white warblers (overnight cell phone tower strike during migration - the boss took only 30 of the 450 total dead ones) on top of my frozen garlic bread. At least they had the nicety to wrap them, and they were still fresh enough that the smell hadn’t permeated anything.
Which magazine? Contact me!
This gave my fevered little self a chuckle this morning. Thank you.
Because when one thinks of subtlety, one thinks of Wile E. Coyote. Maybe Eve could feed her iron pellets and trap her with a giant electro-magnet!
Eve Golden
Super Genius
Time to buy more Acme stock.
I’ll one-up that: I work for Acme! (We don’t sell rocket-powered shoes.)
I dunno about anyone else, but feel the Fashion Harpy will provide us with an endless source of entertainment. For starters, we get to hate her, whereas we mostly just felt sorry for you in your previous rat hole. If you really cared about us, you would mosey over to the Pwecious Pwace pewiodicawwy and give us a little taste. But the new dame sounds like she’s always got both barrels a-blazin’. Maybe when she’s not looking, you can move the clothes around on the racks and really curl her hair!
Eve, I don’t know where you work, but some years back I had the misfortune to work at Fairchild Publications, the publisher of, among other things, Women’s Wear Daily and Daily News Record and W. Seems like there were entire floors of Shrieking Fashion Harpies. Can’t say I miss the place much.
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Eve, I don’t know where you work, but some years back I had the misfortune to work at Fairchild Publications, the publisher of, among other things, Women’s Wear Daily and Daily News Record and W. Seems like there were entire floors of Shrieking Fashion Harpies. Can’t say I miss the place much.
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The first time that I visited the Fairchild building on West 34th Street, I thought, “This pit is the home of three fashion publications? What part of this business don’t I understand?” The building was (is?) dirty, run-down and the most-advanced technology was a fax machine.
Eve – it sounds to me as if you need to chill a little. People are people and they’re as weird in accounting or sales as in editorial.
Best regards,
Mooney252
I never worked at 34th Street. When I was with Fairchild, they had a building on 12th Street between Fifth and University. But the situation was the same. I remember that the phones on our desks actually had dials, not buttons. This was in the mid-80s.
I vote for the occasional clothing swap. Like putting all the green items on the same rack.
Of course, you’ll have to ensure no body rats you out…
The Page O Flames doesn’t give credit to these quotes.
Eve, was this you?
N’mind! Found it. 
So, Eve, how’s the job going?
Oh, now I wonder if she’s an only child. If she has a sister that worked for a company that manufactured chillers for NASA, she just might be the sister of one of my mom’s ex-coworkers: Janet the Print Witch. People who tried to get blueprints by going around her were beset by flying monkeys. 