ahhh...first job in college
..working as a flash animator for online greeting cards. My boss, "Menka," was an Indian twat (as in red dot, not feather) who liked leaving her desk and talking to the hot white men all the time (she ended up hooking one of the rich ones as a husband of course). I needed her to give me my assignment for the day. I sat there with nothing to do. Everyone was chatting on ICQ...my boyfriend (at the time) and his best friend sat in the cubes behind me. I sent "Menka" an ICQ: "hi! please come by my desk with the latest assignment sheets when you're done. thanks"

then I sent a message to my boyfriend, who also thought Menka was a twat. "Fuck Menka. I have been trying to talk to her ALL morning. WTF?"

*blink blink* OH, SHIT. I had sent the message to MENKA, not my boyfriend. OOPS. I rushed over to her desk and it FIGURES that she would decide to come back to her seat NOW, catching me trying to delete her ICQ logs..

"what are you doing?"
"um."
She grabs the mouse, reads my message.
"Fuck Menka?"
"heh?" I figured I was totally fired. Everyone was staring. My boyfriend hid under his desk.
She dug a red-laquered claw into my chest as she laughed, "HAHA! FUCK YOU! so anyway, here's today's assignment.."

...I think the only thing that saved my ass that day was the fact that I was the best artist in the building and they couldn't afford to lose me. That day I learned to TRIPLE CHECK every message I send that's even REMOTELY insulting to someone else, and I learned that I'm basically a rock star and I can treat everyone like shit because I'm a hot chick who draws well. My parents were pissed...they spent 20 years trying to beat the ego out of me.
(Ambassador Strangelove COVERED IN PORK, Thu 26 May 2005, 16:24, Reply)