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NJ July 23 2005 (Saturday eve)

HAH! GOT HER!

Of course the floor in my kitchen, living room, and the back yard, may never be the same.

I had filled a TON of the waterballoons and hid cache's of them all over in buckets. Hee hee hee.

She'd gotten today off and we were going to go do something. Anything. It's so hot and Johnathon needed to
just get out. We were talking about a movie. Yeah, a movie. There are a few summer blockbusters out there
that we were interested in. Nothing full of angst and pathos, thank you very much.

Aaaand, my luck, Fleur had had a bad Friday at work. Folks not listening to her suggestions, shit like that.
Then when it came time to instigate procedure, she waited, practically counting to the second when the boss
would explode. Luckily she works for a company that comes in, sets up LANs in big companies, and is *not*
an actual employee of said big companies.

So she got to watch the boss explode. And then try to lay the blame of being behind schedule in her lap.

She's not the kind to rub it in, though, when she's right.

Unless you're a pompass know it all ass that tries to claim knowledge of everything around you when you
don't know a damn thing and it costs the company a rather large amount of money to fix the problems that
occur from your "knowledge."

Um, right. She waited, let the "boss" bury himself and then try to blame her.

The actual Big Boss listened to the "excuses," listened to who was throwing around the most blame...

...and fired him, turned to Fleur, apologized on behalf of his company and then got the ball rolling properly,
giving her practically carte blanche' to do what she needed to do and just get it done. They were already
almost a week behind schedule and Fleur was going to work this weekend to try to catch up.

But the Big Boss wouldn't let her! How COOL is that? He didn't want her weekend to be one price of the
idiot's mistakes.

Heh.

Her and her partner in said situation worked hard on Friday, setting things up for Monday. They wanted the
whole thing set up so Fleur could finish up with her part the rest of the week. She gets to show the employees
how to make use of the LAN.

She gets the big bucks because she can do this quickly with almost any type of person. Her communication
skills in such situations are great. She can take someone who is a computer phobe and within three hours
they're loving the whole thing. She's a great judge of personality and can always figure out who to teach the
most to and then that person will be left to field most questions asked by employees once she leaves. But
most questions will already have been answered by that time.

She's really good.

But it can be a big brain fry from time to time when you endure stress day after day, and are waiting for
things to finally turn your way. She's done it so many times it's almost like she can read minds when there's
folks who are afraid, belligerent, or just want to throw their own power around. It's really cool to hear her
anecdotes. I should write some of them down, just so I can go back through here and remember them.
Maybe I could use them against her in some terribly funny way.

Nah. That always backfires on me. Better to stay with the balloons.

She got home, wasted, around 8pm on Friday. Only a few hours late but her and Craig were satisfied that
they could get everything done by the end of next week. If they were just left to do their jobs. * heh*

Saturday…this morning, in fact, she was standing in the kitchen, eating a piece of toast, telling me about the
whole thing, annoyed, but grinning at the outcome.

Then she took out the trash. Came back inside. "It's hot out there."

"It's what?"

"It's damn hot out there. When's this heatwave gonna end?"

Oh…now is that a perfect line, or what?

I moved my bucket out from behind the counter where it was hidden, lifted a balloon, so she could see it and
I grinned. Really really big.

Her eyes grew round.

"When's it gonna end?" I asked her. "How about right..."

"Danny! Don't you dare!" (But she was smiling.)

"NOW!" SPLASH. I missed her head, got her tits. Hee hee hee.

Dripping she looked at me with her eyes laughing as she threatened me. "You are SO dead."

I lifted another. "Oh? And what are you going to do about it, miss drippy tits?" As I threw another and
skittered out of the way.

She squealed.

Loudly.

"I have such balloons to show you!" I intoned dramatically as I lifted another.

"DANNY!"

"SPLASH!"

"We're havin' a heatwave!" I sang, a la Henson's "Christmas Carole." And tossed another. Heck, the
kitchen floor needed mopping anyway.

And then I ran. Right out the back door, whooping with my bucket of wonderful round little missiles.

Hee hee hee.

And yes, I am fully aware that payback is a bitch.

But I have four hidden buckets worth of fun! Hee hee hee!