The air is still a bit heavy here in the office with the passing of The Cupcake Man. Thank you all for your kind comments the other day. We're all dreading the funeral on Sunday. It will be hard to say good bye. With that said, we're trying to keep things light and fun to remind ourselves how life should be and how he would want us to live. This week, we have devised a new way to keep ourselves amused.
I've told you all about my obsession with Facebook (aka Facecrack). Some of the guys in the office have pages and we're constantly exchanging barbs back and forth. It's like passing notes in school. I was particularly irritated with Partner #3 because he would delete my comments. They weren't nasty. He had changed is profile picture and I kindly commented that I thought the previous photo was better. It was! The new photo made him look old and was out of focus. Twice I made this comment and twice he removed it. This irritated me to no end and I decided to "de-friend" him. If he didn't want my comments, then he shouldn't have invited me to be his friend. He was lucky that I didn't publicly abuse him on Facebook. I was kind enough to save that for the office. I didn't think the general public and his family would appreciate me calling him a prick or a preppy wannabe. I'm professional that way. He was insulted that I de-friended him so I had to add him back on. Yes, ladies and gentleman, we're just a bunch of middle schoolers here. Tears are shed when someone doesn't want to be "friends". Thank God we put up a good face to the public. What would they think? Professional firm addicted to Facebook. Film at 11.
Just the other day, I received a status update that Partner #1 "purchased" me for $1. Having no idea what that meant, I clicked on the link. It opened up a page called "Owned". Apparently, if you have "friended" someone, you can "purchase" them. It's fake money and I'm still learning how this twisted game works. It's like slave trading online. It's one of those virtual things that I never can figure out. Like having Avatar and walking around make believe, virtual worlds. I don't get it.
Once Partner #1 put me up on the auction block, the bidding war started. Right now, some random guy in New Jersey "owns" me for 3 million dollars. If they bid for you, you get the money. I wish it was real. I could use a few million.
You can also "gift" someone as in a "human gift". Creepy, huh. Partner #1 thought it would be fun to gift me Partner #3 so I could "own" him. With all my money, I decided to buy everyone in the office. No one can outbid me because I have the most money.
I've made them all my bitches. I wish this thing was real.
( You should also know that I "own" Daddyfiles and BadAss too! Take that Lola!!!)