My Sister Is The Devil

Not to get all religious or anything, but I seem to remember that there was some story in the bible about some guy suffering out in the desert and being tempted by the devil.

My sister K-poo looks good in red.

Even though I keep trying to get her to come work at a place that gives out big gaudy awards, where she would not only get to work with three of her siblings and Rvan, she keeps refusing. Worse yet, every time I try to come up with an incentive, she ups the ante and tries to get me to go work over there.

I tell her that she could come work on project management software, trying to integrate every crappy third party project known to man.

She retaliates by sending a link to the latest Black Eyed Peas video which uses their technology to make robots dance.

I gleefully inform her that the company has fired Sodexho as the vending machine company and they have replaced the vending machines with ones that might actually dispense Diet Coke (the only beverage that 90% of the people in the building drink, yet the only beverage that Sodexho stocked less and less of over the course of the year, to the point where it would last for one day after the machine was stocked and then the machine sat unused for the next month until the guy came to stock it again, upon which he would fill up the empty slots with some other drink).

She sends me mail informing me that they are provided with free snacks and Diet Coke.

I tell her that I am the queen of my own little fiefdom, even if I can't get them to actually fire the incompetents.

She tells me they need people who can work independently.

My sister is the devil.