Like fingernails on a chalkboard

Me robot. Love job.

Me terrible liar.

 

Poor V. She's getting interrogated by Beemer who never shuts up. Seriously, the lady talks up a storm. She's nice and all, but jeez. 

She's all, "How's it going? How long have you been working here? A year? Already? Cool How's it going? Do you like it?"

And here is where V has to fake her way through how great and "interesting" it is to work here. Yeah, V, not so convincing as I smile snidely behind you. But thankfully you are talking to Beemer who essentially doesn't listen to anything but the sound of her own "extraordinary" (read: annoying) voice and she can't wait to jump in and tell you how well she is doing.

F'ing great. 

You squeezed out of that one, V.