Post by Jane on Nov 9, 2006 18:36:00 GMT -5
"Because I just need it, that's why," Jane told an irate Gill, who quite clearly did not appreciate being ejected from his station in front of the fifty bajillion screens that made up their security center, but she didn't want anyone watching over her shoulder. Jane hated it when people did that, especially when she was trying to do something... not impersonal. The only thing worse than a person watching an e-mail was a person watching her look up bizarre sexual terms on UrbanDictionary.com when she couldn't infer definitions from their names. (Why 'Cleveland Steamer,' she wondered? UD should really have a little etymology section.)
Well, that wasn't true. She might hate it a little more that she couldn't think of anything to say when things mattered.
Or didn't. Whichever.
No Dears. Dears were used. But no Tos, either. Tos always sounded pissy. To Whom It May Concern. So passive-aggressive.
What did she even want to say? Hey, Isaac, long time no see! Good work on that Kentucky thing. Take me now.
Definitely not. Well, probably not. No - definitely not. She was a full-grown woman of her own mind and they hadn't seen each other in years. She was clinging to a memory, really. Nothing more.
She was only sending the e-mail out of politeness.
Typing a few lines briefly and signing her name simply (and leaving off the salutation altogether), Jane pressed SEND before she could change her mind.
And then she went back to her room to chew through the thumb on her glove.
Wow, she was awesome.
Well, that wasn't true. She might hate it a little more that she couldn't think of anything to say when things mattered.
Or didn't. Whichever.
No Dears. Dears were used. But no Tos, either. Tos always sounded pissy. To Whom It May Concern. So passive-aggressive.
What did she even want to say? Hey, Isaac, long time no see! Good work on that Kentucky thing. Take me now.
Definitely not. Well, probably not. No - definitely not. She was a full-grown woman of her own mind and they hadn't seen each other in years. She was clinging to a memory, really. Nothing more.
She was only sending the e-mail out of politeness.
Typing a few lines briefly and signing her name simply (and leaving off the salutation altogether), Jane pressed SEND before she could change her mind.
And then she went back to her room to chew through the thumb on her glove.
Wow, she was awesome.