Boss: Your <project> looks amazing! How did you manage that?
Meg: I don’t drink coffee and flirt with boys ALL DAY, you know.
Boss: Could have fooled me.
Boss: Your <project> looks amazing! How did you manage that?
Meg: I don’t drink coffee and flirt with boys ALL DAY, you know.
Boss: Could have fooled me.
“I gotta hang up and get back to work,” I told Marcus the other day.
“Right, you have to slay monkeys and rescue new players.”
“No, no, the boars are killing newbies in this area. The talking monkeys have capitalization problems. Entirely different issue to deal with.”
“Go play your videogames, woman.”
Wait until someone asks you if you’re going into the city tomorrow, and then, just as you begin to go into your Hulk rage, because obviously you go to the city for work every day (and twice on Sundays, as Figment would say, in his inimitable Hollywood/Midwest way), look out the window and see if there’s a blizzard.
Boss: What’s our login for <site>?
Meg: Oh, you can sign in as MegIsWickedAwesome.
Boss: Was <company name> taken?
Meg: No. Why do you ask?
“Ever since we played Angry Birds in Maine,” Marcus said on the phone the other night, “I’ve been seeing it everywhere. I guess it’s becoming pretty popular.”
I just barely restrained myself from pointing out that Marcus is hardly the barometer for what’s hot in recreational tech. Other cutting-edge tech products to which Marcus has recently been introduced include Pandora, Twitter, Facebook games, and Skype.
“I’d heard of Skype before,” he insisted, “but it hadn’t really been contextualized for me.”
“And you didn’t type it into Google? Wait, you’ve heard of Google, haven’t you?”
“Go play your videogames, woman.”
Not saying I talked on and on about Venus imagery and the return of the Parthian standards, but this statue of the Prima Porta Augustus was later used as a landmark, as in “Hey, Meg, I’m back at the statue you like.”
My dad picked me up at the airport coming home from Vegas, and he asked me how my trip had been.
I complained that I couldn’t take full advantage of the endless free booze because I was working. I told him that the games and tech world is harder for me because everyone else just wears a suit but I’m a girl so I have to sort out a whole ensemble. And how my flight back was kind of hellish, how I didn’t have enough time to catch up with journo friends or get to know awesome new friends, and how I felt like I barely scratched the surface of CES and Vegas, but I was also running purely on coffee and adrenaline.
“I’ll have the special, with the mashed potatoes instead of the fries,” my dad said.
“What?”
“Just giving you some perspective.”
“Thanks, Dad.”