Artie and Felicia
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xp_logsBackdated to the spring, Artie gets back to the office and catches up with Felicia
Artie had arrived at the Snow Valley offices, made himself a coffee, toasted a bagel, carefully put the green cream cheese into the trash, followed by two cartons of extremely dead Chinese food. someone's dissolving salad and someone else's disgusting tupperware of salmonella into trash as well and then returned to his desk just long enough to grab a whiteboard marker and write "I am cleaning the fridge out at 5pm tomorrow. Anything currently in there will be thrown out" on the front of the fridge, underlining it a few times.
He finally stamped back to his desk and sat, glaring at his email, chewing on the bagel before pulling open his chat and sending a message.
/Hey - I'm back. what did I miss?
/How do I politely let you know what I have no idea how long you've been gone other than after NYE?
/I was around in January. Mostly bouncing bw here and Chicago LA Denver and Houston.
/No one has died or been heavily maimed probably. Apparently there's a magic portal now to Austin or something? Idk
/Austin is overrated. Why would you put it there when you could go to Portland?
/Such a waste
/Yeah, I know! Whatever. They can enjoy their Texas hole.
/Otherwise uneventful. Glad you're not dead
/nawww. So kind.
There was a loud bark of a laugh, followed by several crashing noises, and then a long silence from across the room. Felicia peeked her head out from the vast plains of desks and cubicles, eyes down on her cellphone, and wandering with determination towards caffeine
/Not really I hate paperwork.
/I know. I read your reports.
/Did you know if you consistently write them annoying enough they stop asking you to do them?
/No, because it hasn't worked for me yet.
/I should run a training course
/send an invite to my calendar
/Your total comes out to doing all my paperwork
/Irony
/no deal. you think i'm some kinda pushover?
/actually no, don't answer that. I don't want to know.
/Awww you think I think about other people
/guess I assumed wrong. oh well.
/It's an uncommon mistake you're still special
/You've got no idea.
/ugh I've been in this office too long I heard that in a gross voice
/What is your caffeine of choice?
/venti macchiato with caramel syrup, non fat milk and cinnamon, please
/omg you are so much more extra than I thought i love itttt
/you have no idea
/Coffee order apps are just god's way of telling us we were right to Harry Met Sally this shit honestly 🤷
/I have no idea what that means. Is it an old movie?
/Don't play asshole you have Netflix and I will straight up drop this drink in your lap once this stupid elevator finally arrives
/Bitch please. You would never waste a $7 coffee.
A coffee cup hit the desk next to Artie’s elbow. “It would have been worth it,” Felicia said, already crossing over to her desk.
Artie had arrived at the Snow Valley offices, made himself a coffee, toasted a bagel, carefully put the green cream cheese into the trash, followed by two cartons of extremely dead Chinese food. someone's dissolving salad and someone else's disgusting tupperware of salmonella into trash as well and then returned to his desk just long enough to grab a whiteboard marker and write "I am cleaning the fridge out at 5pm tomorrow. Anything currently in there will be thrown out" on the front of the fridge, underlining it a few times.
He finally stamped back to his desk and sat, glaring at his email, chewing on the bagel before pulling open his chat and sending a message.
/Hey - I'm back. what did I miss?
/How do I politely let you know what I have no idea how long you've been gone other than after NYE?
/I was around in January. Mostly bouncing bw here and Chicago LA Denver and Houston.
/No one has died or been heavily maimed probably. Apparently there's a magic portal now to Austin or something? Idk
/Austin is overrated. Why would you put it there when you could go to Portland?
/Such a waste
/Yeah, I know! Whatever. They can enjoy their Texas hole.
/Otherwise uneventful. Glad you're not dead
/nawww. So kind.
There was a loud bark of a laugh, followed by several crashing noises, and then a long silence from across the room. Felicia peeked her head out from the vast plains of desks and cubicles, eyes down on her cellphone, and wandering with determination towards caffeine
/Not really I hate paperwork.
/I know. I read your reports.
/Did you know if you consistently write them annoying enough they stop asking you to do them?
/No, because it hasn't worked for me yet.
/I should run a training course
/send an invite to my calendar
/Your total comes out to doing all my paperwork
/Irony
/no deal. you think i'm some kinda pushover?
/actually no, don't answer that. I don't want to know.
/Awww you think I think about other people
/guess I assumed wrong. oh well.
/It's an uncommon mistake you're still special
/You've got no idea.
/ugh I've been in this office too long I heard that in a gross voice
/What is your caffeine of choice?
/venti macchiato with caramel syrup, non fat milk and cinnamon, please
/omg you are so much more extra than I thought i love itttt
/you have no idea
/Coffee order apps are just god's way of telling us we were right to Harry Met Sally this shit honestly 🤷
/I have no idea what that means. Is it an old movie?
/Don't play asshole you have Netflix and I will straight up drop this drink in your lap once this stupid elevator finally arrives
/Bitch please. You would never waste a $7 coffee.
A coffee cup hit the desk next to Artie’s elbow. “It would have been worth it,” Felicia said, already crossing over to her desk.
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Date: 2019-08-23 02:53 pm (UTC)