Yeah, it's a high old life.

[x_pete_wisdom]

You'd have to be pretty fucking thick to think my game was all James Bond, but still, a morning like this one is just fucking criminal. Two hours going over transcripts of the last month's worth phone conversations from some dull cunt who we suspect might have links with the Turkish mafia (only on my desk because there's a rumour that they're trafficing in mutant organs, and right now it's nothing more than a rumour), and then another three hours in the meeting from hell - PC Plod from the Branch was over, concerned about the secuity at, of all things, a Breast Cancer awareness marathon walk in Battersea Park this weekend. Apparently, there are celebs involved, or something, so it's got profile.

And these days, terrorism also means mutant terrorism, so I get dragged off as an advisor on threat risk. Three fucking hours staring at the ceiling while some flatfoot drones on about about terrorism countermeasures. Three fucking hours without a bastard cigarette...

Comments

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Watch your mouth! There are kids reading these journals.

Christ on a bike...

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

Tell you what, sunbeam - you do my job for me, and I'll watch my mouth. Until then, piss off. If the kids are old enough to understand the words I use, then they're old enough decide if they want to use them for themselves (and take the consequences), and if they're not, then their teachers can explain to them that they shouldn't use a word unless they know what it means.

If it really bothers you, talk to McCoy about a word filter for the kids accounts...

Re: Christ on a bike...

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, cause the teachers are really going to want to explain to a seven year old what a cunt is...

Re: Christ on a bike...

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

Which would you rather say to a seven year old: "It's a rude word that you shouldn't use until you understand it properly, and you're not old enough right now - ask me again when you're older, and if you're caught saying it, you'll get a smack", or would you rather explain why I have a job that requires me to spend hours reading the transcript of the sex chat line that this useless toerag likes to call looking for code phrases, because he might be involved with a bunch of people that want to cut out her liver and stick it in someone else, just because she's got twist in her DNA?

Grow some perspective.

Re: Christ on a bike...

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

I'd rather protect her from all of the shit the world's going to throw at her. But, as I'm not naive enough to believe that's possible I've taken you off her friend's list.

Post whatever the hell you want, God knows you were going to anyway.

Re: Christ on a bike...

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

I'd rather protect her from all of the shit the world's going to throw at her.

I'd rather that word not throw shit at her at all. Failing that, I'd rather teach her to deal with all of the shit the world's going to throw at her.

But yeah, she's probably best not reading my life right now.

Re: Christ on a bike...

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

That's a good idea, actually, the filter. *nods* I was kind of worried about that where Snowflake's concerned.

I'm with you, though, overall. World's a bad place, learn early. It's just words, anyway. If you can't handle those, then you're in trouble. But there's little and then there's REAL little, and I don't think that real little people should be reading this anyway.

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

Hey, in case anyone else forgets to say it, thanks. The job sounds like the suck, especially this morning. It's shaping up to be one of those days all around. Maybe you need to send yourself urgent text messages so you can sneak out for a smoke when you 'return that important call'.

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

Ah, don't thank me. Job needs doing, that's all. And my office is a secure transmission zone. Mobile doesn't work in the building. :(

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[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

Damn. It was such a good idea too. *sighs*

Want to come to our sleepover to relax?

*giggles* Yes, that was a joke. Last thing you need is a bunch of kids in their jammies putting sparkle gel in your hair and making you try new and exotic ice cream flavours. Still, if you need some real insanity, you're invited. *g* I'll save you some popcorn.

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

God, the horror. Thanks for the offer, but I have scotch here, and an exciting dossier of bastards to read about before bed. And tomorrow, I get to go and shout at soldiers, which is always good for a laugh.

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[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

Ooh, shouting. You lucky dog, you. Not nearly enough good shouting to be had around here. Shout at a few for me, will you? *giggles*

Dear me, I think attempting to be philosophical today has taken its toll. I shall envy you for the scotch, pity you for the dossiers, envy you for the evening to yourself and the shouting tomorrow, and the soldiers... hmm, I think you're coming out ahead here.

One way or the other, I have a paper to print out. Enjoy your evening, inasmuch as you can. *waves*

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, Peter, you simply must let them put glitter in your hair when you come to the school!

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

I'm going to have arsenic put in your champagne when you get over here.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Darling, with the cheap shampoo you'd order, it would only improve the flavor.