the revenge of the web orders

[mylittleredgirl]

I feel horribly ganged-up upon by inanimate objects. And, I suppose, the total strangers (who are animate) sending these inanimate emails and telephone calls. Just... a *lot* of web orders. And emails. And the phone hasn't stopped ringing such that I haven't even *listened* to my metric craploads of voicemails yet.

*buries head in paperwork, like ostrich*

I will get through today. I WILL.

I probably shouldn't have hit mystic_isles000, though. That was kind of unprofessional. Even though it was totally in self-defense because she jumped out at me from nowhere. *snuggles sister* She has apparently forgiven me, because she just came into my office and did her Jack-as-velociraptor-in-"Broca-Divide" impersonation for me. My day is much improved.

It's so nice to work in the same place, even if our coworkers (justifiably) believe we are complete and utter loony bin escapees.

-- Little Red, back to the metaphorical salt mines.

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[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

She's new to the blogging and the Stargate universe. We were raised sort of collectively, and as such, she is my sister :) It's still very cool to work with her. (Why is that so surprising?)

I will refrain from asking, if you are so busy, why are you posting to LJ

Because I am a bad person. A lot of my job is fits-and-starts between calls but I can't leave my desk if I'm waiting for someone to call back (and the rest of the process of dealing with these orders takes place in other rooms), so... pretty much everyone with a computer has an internet vice in this place. :) And now you're making me feel guilty. Shame on you :-P

(Plus, it's a sanity-saving thing. "Okay. *breathe* Answer these 4 calls of doom and then you can check LJ again. *breathe*")

-- Little Red, who is okay with giving herself crutches to get through the workday without death :)

[nenya_kanadka]

So...

...what is pants!verse? I am terribly curious! Obviously it involves pants, and possibly the strategic removal of same, but...

*looks inquisitive*

*laughs*

[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

pants!verse came from a long chat between me and elly427 and familyarchives about how Sam and Jack really need to work on their *friendship* (a la Star Trek pairings like Picard/Crusher and Riker/Troi), and also, how we could arrange it that Sam and Jack date while on SG-1 (because ten thousand fanfic writers under the age of 14 can't all be wrong). We came up with the solution that they wouldn't realize, or admit, that they were dating. They're just FRIENDS! Who hang out. A lot. And go places, like to dinner and to the movies. And kiss, sometimes, because they are friends and care about each other. But they're not dating, so it's okay. And along the way, Sam would come up with a bunch of strange rules to make absolutely sure they aren't dating, because she's Sam, the most important of which is that the pants stay on.

Basically, this results in them building a solid friendship and being very very happy, because they get to be together all the time and get to know each other and *gasp* fool around without there being all this ANGST. And, incidentally, also makes it a lot more likely that they will be able to get into a "real" relationship without pants later without crashing and burning, because they had this long warming-up period of friendship and fun and pants. YAY!

You can check out more of the madness at shipwithpants, if you like...

Re: *laughs*

[nenya_kanadka]

Oh, that's great! :) I am a great fan of "ships with pants" and getting to know someone and loving them and falling in love in a decent and civilized manner (not that mad snogs *can't* be involved) and, as you say, not crashing and burning.

I shall check out shipwithpants--but I think I'm liking it already. And Sam would totally come up with the rules, which would slowly become less and less relevant. Jack would probably eventually try to see how many of the rules he could make her forget--but would also see the advantage of "no, we're NOT dating!"

Hee. I love the way you guys think, sometimes....