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Yay! Evil Ghost Paul is in an episode of Smallville! And Clark brings Lex like a million tulips. This is officially my favouritest episode ever, in the whole world, so far for this day.
Although seriously, not to be a total bitch or anything? But when someone is paying you to do a job, it's not unreasonable for them to expect you to just do the fucking job and not, for example, turn into an invisable loon because your boss won't date your whiny-voiced sister or cut in on your alone time with your booblicious, fake-accented girlfriend. If I was Lex, I would have been less "I pay for your therapy, creepy stalker girl and psychotic Evil Ghost Paul brother" and more "I have you committed and never darken my door again EVER and here's a restraining order plzkthx".
You don't get to turn around and whine because, oh my God, you were hired to be house staff and you're expected to act like Goddamn house staff. It's like, I used to like eating in the Hard Rock Cafe, but they have this waiter there who always talks to me about his shitty band and other boring stuff, and I'm like, for fuck's sake, stop telling me shit I don't care about and bring my fucking milkshake, jackass!
Now I just go to Starbucks.
Although seriously, not to be a total bitch or anything? But when someone is paying you to do a job, it's not unreasonable for them to expect you to just do the fucking job and not, for example, turn into an invisable loon because your boss won't date your whiny-voiced sister or cut in on your alone time with your booblicious, fake-accented girlfriend. If I was Lex, I would have been less "I pay for your therapy, creepy stalker girl and psychotic Evil Ghost Paul brother" and more "I have you committed and never darken my door again EVER and here's a restraining order plzkthx".
You don't get to turn around and whine because, oh my God, you were hired to be house staff and you're expected to act like Goddamn house staff. It's like, I used to like eating in the Hard Rock Cafe, but they have this waiter there who always talks to me about his shitty band and other boring stuff, and I'm like, for fuck's sake, stop telling me shit I don't care about and bring my fucking milkshake, jackass!
Now I just go to Starbucks.