Sky go boom.

[azurelunatic]

Heatwave. Monsoon season. Rain ensued. It had stopped ensuing for a bit, and then started up again. I was happily chatting away with #lj_support, telling them about the thing that I'm going to be talking to Management about (going off on a half-hour tangent about Sodom and Gomorrah in the presence of the workplace's Token Bisexual? Not Good at all...) when

FLASH CRAK BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

lightning went off too fast to count how far away it wasn't. The redhead woke up. The Lunatic shrieked. When the brownout got here, the Lunatic realized that storm+computer=bad, and unplugged everything.

The A/C got scared and stopped blowing cold air. Grr.

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[breklor.livejournal.com]

going off on a half-hour tangent about Sodom and Gomorrah in the presence of the workplace's Token Bisexual? Not Good at all...

...whereas the workplace's tokin' bisexual would have said, "Wow man, mellow out, eh?" and the workplace's Tolkien bisexual would have said, "Elbereth! Gilthoniel! What business do a sodomist, an angel, and a pillar of salt have in the Riddermark?"

[azurelunatic]

*snerk*

[othercat.livejournal.com]

Excellent synopsis, except obviously, I hadn't heard the Sodom and Gomorrah lecture. Yesterday however I did here a co-worker theorizing that the thing going on in Lebanon was a Sign (omg) of the End Times. Um. Yeah. Whatever.

[azurelunatic]

Oi.

Leftover Leftovers Guy, the one with the really loud purple-lavendar-chartruse striped shirt, chose to use the phrase "fucking queers" in my earshot. This got him a cold look and an icy statement along the lines of "Please to not be using that kind of language in my presence."

Later on in his conversation with Rev. Not-So-Nice Super, he told the (not so) good reverend that his habit of getting a manicure and a pedicure was "homo". (The not-so-good reverend in fact makes a point of getting said services because of the fact that the manicurist is an attractive woman with large breasts, and during the pedicure process, she cradles his feet against said anatomy.)

Sunday morning, I'm in the bullpen for an hour or so watching the job while my alternate is monitoring (I started out monitoring; he started out running the job, but there were Spanish-language interviewers, and they need to be monitored live when possible rather than taped, and the only thing I can really monitor for on Spanish surveys is verbatim, and that's just because I read fast...) and suddenly there is this outbreak of conversation behind me and Leftover Leftovers Guy is going into what God *really* thinks based on Sodom & Gomorrah.

"I am walking out of this bullpen," I declare with the last vestiges of control available to me, and do so.

"Good," he says, or words to that effect, and takes this as the perfect time to continue in this vein for quite some time. When I have to come back in to check on something, he is contending that Way Back When, it was *acceptable* to whore your teenaged daughters out (granted), but Times Have Changed since then, and it is just Not Acceptable *now* (also granted). (But does he have the insight that Times Have Changed re: the hot mansex? Nooooo.)

So I talked to my team lead, and she's going to talk to his team lead. If I get the chance, *I* will talk to his team lead, and let her know that this is about on the same level as someone busting out with KKK propaganda in her vicinity. (She may be white, but she has biracial kids and racism is a pet issue of hers, to the point where she almost lost it with that one Really Sweet Old Fucking Racist Lady.)

[othercat.livejournal.com]

Is this one of the supervisors? I can't think of anyone with a striped shirt.

[azurelunatic]

The new Dendarii Brewing Company supervisor, the one who has the thick eyebrows and the black glasses so he looks like he's wearing those joke Groucho Marx glasses. V. loud and outgoing. (I typoed "lout".)