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!