Damn it, another one. I need more Tagamet.
Well of COURSE she's going to say yes! That's what lusers do!
Gaaack! A vampire!
No mention, of course, as to which temps, in what department, or which Excel sheets. I've come to expect such treatment.
I'm not certain which is worse—not being in the ACL, or being as dumb as George. I'm leaning a bit toward the latter.