My boss doesn’t take me seriously because I’m the youngest in the office by a decade and spend most of my time making his life hell (unrelated problems).
Yesterday he asked me to help him with a problem with a program we use but wasn’t actually listening to me when I tried to help, so it wasn’t working. He asked who the expert on this program was in our office and I told him it was me. He asked who the expert was within the organisation and I told him it was me. He sent me out of his office saying he would call IT to fix it. So I very patiently went back to my desk, where my phone rang a minute later, with IT asking me to help someone who had a problem with the program.
The sheer unadulterated joy I felt making direct eye contact with my manager through the glass wall of his office whilst I answered his phone call will fuel me for WEEKS.
new take on the “in this essay I will…” meme where you just post the conclusion
… in conclusion, people making Clark Kent 10 or more years younger than Bruce Wayne is weird and reductive because one of the best things about their superhero partnership is the contrast in Clark’s borderline naive optimism and Bruce’s eternally depressing pessimism. Their differences highlight their similarities and make their relationship interesting. But the energy is sapped from it if you make Clark way younger and therefore comparatively naive or try to argue that Batman’s cynicism stems from his greater experience/age because that is untrue and misrepresentative of both characters.
… in conclusion the Babysitter’s Club of the acclaimed Babysitter’s Club novels, being an organization for professionals, qualifies it as a worker’s union.
…. In conclusion, I have stage 4 dumb bitch disease
… in conclusion, the most likely answer to the question of “who is Rip Hunter’s mother?” is Ted Kord.
… in conclusion, Booster Gold is no longer allowed to edit Wikipedia entries about Superman, Clark Kent, or Ted Kord, due to Advanced Stage 4 DBD