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Smug Git: Did i ask you do some copying for Big Fat Clients?

Me: I don't really remember, I have so many glamorous jobs to do in a day.

Smug Git: I think I did.

Me: Oooo Kay....

Smug Git: So do you know where it is?

Me: No.

Smug Git: did you post it somewhere?

Me: (thinks) Yes, of course, because that's the sort of crap thing you think I do

Smug Git: could you have a look for it?

Me: If I did it, I would have put it on your desk.

Smug Git:: It's not there.

Me: *Bichon Stare*

In other news someone's just lent me Harry Dresden Book 1. and eeeee!!! I've read a chapter and am hooked.Film Noir with magic!!! I'm a Marlowe fangirl, so how can I resist this?

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OK, next time he does that, pretend you have an internal implant that digitally records instructions from smug gits, called an IDD (Internal Digital Dictaphone) Like:
Him: Did I ask you to do some copying etc
You: *slight pause for effect* No.
Him: I think I did.
You: I had an IDD implanted last week for just this eventuality, so obviously you didn't or I'd have it recorded.

I dare you to say it. And I bet he doesn't ask what an IDD is because he doesn't want to look stupid. DONKEY DARE YOU.
Oh! Oh! And if he does ask what it is, tell him and then go:
You: I'll prove it. Give me an instruction.
Him: Um... photocopy the Big Fat Clients file?
You: *slight pause* You just asked me to photocopy the Big Fat Clients file. See how that works?

God, the fun you could have with invented office technology.