the flying squirrel

Darcy Casselman's weblog. Just like old times.

things not to do

I'm greatly amused.

I'm sitting in a coworker's cube discussing optimistic locking and the problems involved in merging text representations of binary data when his MSN came up.

"What's this?" he asks rhetorically.

"Um... did you enter a chat room?"

"Well, that one's my daughter," he says, pointing out one of the participants with an obscenely long MSN nickname.

The MSN conversation goes something like this:

Girl1: whas her name? Girl2: Shelley. Daughter: WTF thas so gay. Daughter: tahs evn gayr

"Gayr?"

"More gay," I offer.

Daughter: Fuck shes a BITCH Daughter: BITCH BITCH BITCH!! Girl2: Yeah fck i hat her Girl1: um Girl1: wtf is <insert coworker's MSN nick here> Session ends.

"I think I'm going to have to have a little talk with her. How do I print this off?"

"Oh, I think you can just save it first," I say.

"All right, we'll talk more tomorrow. I'm heading home."

That made my day.