52 Days of Disaster - Day 35
Slings and Arrows
A person or persons unknown left me a pair of snowflakes (mystery person, if you only meant to leave one, then you may have been double-charged, I suggest you check this), with a Shakespeare reference on one of them, so here's a thank you note in fic.
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto the green holly;
most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto the green holly:
most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly."
"So what does that all mean?" Richard asked in lieu of applause while Darren stood there (today's sunglasses were particularly absurd, but the messenger bag was still being worn), posed at the end of his poem.
Darren hit him with the script.
"It means Christmas is here, meine liebchen Richard. It means it's a time of gaity and laughter. It means-"
"No, Darren."
Darren gave the Financial Director a petulant look. That look normally resulted in him getting precisely what he wanted.
"Now, look, Richard, I let you mess around with the order for that musical and-"
"And look where it got us!" Richard protested. "This place is richer than it's been in years, we've finally started actually changing things up around here, and that was all three years ago, for crying out loud."
"Yes, and I note that your boy is still hanging around. How is he, by the way? We've not spoken in some time," Darren began snidely, and Richard's expression darkened.
"Get out."
"But we haven't discussed what I've got plann-"
"GET OUT!" Richard repeated at a yell, and forcibly shoved Darren out of the room.
That was pushing things too damn far.
A person or persons unknown left me a pair of snowflakes (mystery person, if you only meant to leave one, then you may have been double-charged, I suggest you check this), with a Shakespeare reference on one of them, so here's a thank you note in fic.
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto the green holly;
most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, unto the green holly:
most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly."
"So what does that all mean?" Richard asked in lieu of applause while Darren stood there (today's sunglasses were particularly absurd, but the messenger bag was still being worn), posed at the end of his poem.
Darren hit him with the script.
"It means Christmas is here, meine liebchen Richard. It means it's a time of gaity and laughter. It means-"
"No, Darren."
Darren gave the Financial Director a petulant look. That look normally resulted in him getting precisely what he wanted.
"Now, look, Richard, I let you mess around with the order for that musical and-"
"And look where it got us!" Richard protested. "This place is richer than it's been in years, we've finally started actually changing things up around here, and that was all three years ago, for crying out loud."
"Yes, and I note that your boy is still hanging around. How is he, by the way? We've not spoken in some time," Darren began snidely, and Richard's expression darkened.
"Get out."
"But we haven't discussed what I've got plann-"
"GET OUT!" Richard repeated at a yell, and forcibly shoved Darren out of the room.
That was pushing things too damn far.