Starbuck (_starbuck_) wrote, @ 2011-02-02 10:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | aim, starbuck, wes |
Tuesday: October/7/08 - AIM: Starbuck/Wes
Starbuck: Normally, I'd chalk up all the work you shove onto me as you being lazy, but you seem a bit off when you actually do show up. What's going on?
Wes: "Hey, how are you." "I'm not bad thank you!"
Wes: But no
Starbuck: You may sorta be my boss, and that's a big SORTA, but I'm not about to beat around the bush and ignore the issue.
Wes: I'm fine.
Starbuck: No you're not.
Wes: I'm good enough to do my job.
Starbuck: My girlfriend says otherwise. She doesn't see me enough.
Wes: If you wanna be a healer, that's the hours you gotta do. I worked 58 a week at the hospital.
Starbuck: You're a healer too, and I'm just your assistant. I shouldn't be carrying the bulk of the work load.
Wes: Fine it'll change.
Starbuck: What's wrong?
Wes: Been healing a lot lately, not able to rest enough to #heal myself from a damn cold. Kinda catching up on me.
Starbuck: Healing who?
Wes: Oh, friends who need healing.
Starbuck: As pale as you're looking, they're suffering from some severe injuries/illness. What's going on?
Wes: It's fine. I've just overdone myself.
Starbuck: Do you need me to help you heal these "friends"?
Wes: They are actual 'friends' dickwad, and no. One's done, he's okay now so long as his husband doesn't smack him again, and the other seems to be like a spring fucking lamb now so.
Starbuck: Did you seriously just call me a dickwad, you chode?
Wes: Wtf is a chode? And yes. I'm tired and grumpy.
Starbuck: It's a short, fat cock.
Wes: You'd know all about that.
Starbuck: It's an insult, dude. Part of my lexicon.
Wes: Stop using words.
Starbuck: Don't you mean stop using words that are too big for you to understand?
Wes: See, you knew what I meant.
Starbuck: So now that your "friends" are healed, are you going to get some rest and finally cut me some slack on hours?
Wes: Stop getting your panties in a twist.
Starbuck: Forgive me for wanting to spend time with my woman and daughter
Wes: You're not the only one who has a partner and a kid, alright? I've been feeling down, you'll get your hours cut, thanks for the fucking concern.
Starbuck: You're the one who keeps saying you're "fine" so why should I be concerned?
Wes: I'm not at death's door, therefore I am fine, but not fine enough to handle the shit you think it's your damn right to throw at me. Ok?
Wes: Either get someone else to cover you, or sort it on your own, you're presumably a big boy. Take the afternoon off. Hell take the week off. Go.
Starbuck: I can't. The infirmary is busy, and no one else will do the work.
Wes: I'll be there in five.
Starbuck: Fuck, get some rest.
Starbuck: Sorry I brought it up.
Wes: I said I'll be there.
Starbuck: And I said get some rest.
Wes: I'm sorta your boss. I'm coming over.
Starbuck: So you can collapse and give me even more work to do? No thanks.
Wes: I'm not gonna collapse, dude.
Starbuck: You look like shit.
Wes: So I gathered.
Starbuck: If you come here, I'm just going to make you rest on an infirmary bed. I'll tie you down if I have to.
Wes: Kinky.
Starbuck: Never.
Wes: You could always heal me.
Starbuck: Exhaustion isn't an injury or ailment.
Wes: Fine.
Starbuck: Stay home. Sleep. And when you're back to normal, I'm taking a few days off.
Wes: So first you're like "oh wes you're a bitch" and now you're all like "staaay"
Starbuck: Because you need it.
Wes: Fine
Starbuck: Call me if you need anything.
Wes: I need a holiday to Hawaii
Starbuck: So take one.
Starbuck: AFTER you give me a few days off.
Wes: Alright!