IMing Revisited

First time? Start here. Read "The Primer" and follow the link at the end. Chronological order makes more sense for the stories.

With all the e-mailing (in-mailing), slacking, shopping and now IMing Female Boss has been doing to keep herself from work that needs to be done she has started to plateau. There's only so much certain people can absorb in every subject in life. Like me, for instance, won't absorb and don't care to absorb anything having to do with baking. Yeah, I don't know. Its pretty fucking interesting that of every subject that I can access in my head that is the one I am least interested in. I'd be more interested in soil samples than baking. Eating baked goods, on the other hand, is a different story.

That's not important and most everything I say isn't but stop dissenting against me and just fuckin read on! So with the magic of ICQ she has now discovered that she can hold multiple conversations at once. Even greater the revelation is that these conversations can be chat boxed. If you aren't familiar with ICQ its basically like every basic chat program but you can default it to only show messages received, to which you can open read, close and respond making the dialogue box disappear. Unlike how a lot of real-time chat programs are now, the open box and when you close it you lose all chat info.

Sigh, tangents, tangents, tangents. I hear her freak out all of a sudden.

"What happened?" I ask.

Female Boss repeats frantically, "How come I have two? How come I have two?"

I glance over at her screen that she has completely pushed herself away from in shock. Nothing looks amiss.

"What is it?" I ask again.

"Two of them, how come I have two?"

"Two what?" Fuck! Articulate you idiot!

All of a sudden she starts laughing.

"What a fun way to spell 'tomorrow' hahaha!"

Focus you asshat, "What happened? Whats the problem?"

"I don't know somehow I have two chats going at once, what does that mean and how do I know who I am talking to?"

That blank look drips over my face. I take in a deep breath and use my indoor voice, "The name on the top of the chat bar is who you are talking to, you can access each by clicking on the chat that you wish to communicate with."

"Wait, so how do I know I am typing it in the right chat?"

"You you can access each by clicking on the chat that you wish to communicate with." Parroting, it works.

"Well, wait look tho. She spelled tomorrow with an 'oe' at the end, pretty cool, right?"

Why do I even bother? Why? The light is long gone, there is no brain activity going on in there. Anything I say is thrown into a void that acts as a vacuum, consumes the information and vaporizes it into the ether. Its worthless, pointless and worst of all frustrating.

I go down to her level, second grade speak and answer back, "A riot."

Then turn back to my computer. Life is bliss..