arb, I think this was the poem

HookaPants

"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley


Out of the night that covers
me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may
be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of
circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the
bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this
place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And
yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It
matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the
scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.

arbolita

Yes, that was it. 

VarunaTT

Yep, I'm pretty much sniffling at my desk now.  She would've HATED that.  I might have to go to the bathroom.

MinM

I shut my office door and there are tears on my papers. She would be most unpleased.

MrsMyrtle

She'd be laughing at us all, you know. Wondering wth drug had been put into our cheerios. )

HookaPants

There was A LOT going on that she would've been displeased with.

**O-Face**

I guess she would be unhappy with me too.  At least my day at work is over, I can go home and be done with it.

MrsMyrtle

Do tell, Hooka. You know we love a good story.

zsazsa-stl

Funerals are for the living.   WW needs to keep her disapproval to herself. 

She gets to hang out with MJ.  We get to cry at our desks.

ilovewhoseweddingisitanyway

I definitely find some comfort in the "she would have hated that" of this whole thing.

I also feel like she'd be telling us to "stop being such fvcking pvssies" and "get thee to the salon/a mangorita/STW with our H's"