“are you sick of my yet,” i asked as i approached her cube for about 294th time that day.
“yes, now what do you want?” she said.
“is it ok if we say compositional here, because compositing isn’t a word.”
“it isn’t?”
“no.”
“can we make it one?”
“umm, no. also composite isn’t a verb.”
“can we make it one.”
“no, we aren’t going to invent any words today.”
“but we’re marketing, that’s what we do.”
“still no.”