Oh, Nilly, that stinks. I'm sorry.
I had a cupcake for breakfast. Unfortunately, I didn't really feel like a second one when I woke up, but now that I'm at work, I'm hungry. Also, I came in a bit late to work, but it's okay because I haven't seen my boss in two weeks. Does that make me better or worse or equal to sleepy interns? Also, I'm a tiny bit irritated because all the absence made my time sheet get turned in really late, so I won't be getting paid on time, and I'd really like my pay check.
ETA: Ha! Accidental nifty number. Also, sorry shrift. And Lee.
While waiting for my flight to Houston, there was a guy in the waiting area on his cell phone. His name was Spencer Hamilton. I know this, because he made approximately nine bajillion calls, attempting to enlist people in what sounded like a Mary-Kay-like scheme.
"This company is going public in eighteen months. Don't you want in on the ground floor? Because I'm not sleeping for the next eighteen months, and I'll be financially set for life."
"You pay $174, and I teach you how to be smart in business. Sure, you're selling Tahitian McGuffin Juice, but it's not about the juice."
"If Bill Gates had come to you and offered you stock options, would you have said yes?"
"Next year's convention is in Hollywood. I'm gonna be there, and you should be there too. I'm making $3,000 a month now, but by next year? $15,000 a month."
After an hour, I wanted to grab his phone and club him to death with it, and yet I couldn't stop listening.
All those in favor, try finding closed-time-like loop in the space-time continuum
I'll look behind the couch.
Oh Nilly, I'm sorry. That's awful. However, I really REALLY don't want to do today over. It was long enough the first time.
Dana, yuck. I've heard rumors about such people, but I've never observed one in the wild.
I think I'd be more inclined to shove his phone up his ass sideways than club him to death with it.
"Don't you want your cell phone to be on your ground floor?"
OK, maybe that makes no sense....
Dana, that sounds like this scheme I heard two guys discussing over lunch one day at P.F. Chang's. It was awesome, though, because it was in Spanish. So I accidentally started translating random things I overheard, and then when I realized it was basically a pyramid scheme, I couldn't stop listening. So hysterical.
On the way back to Michigan, I had my first experience with a passenger not using caution when opening the overhead compartments, and his luggage fell on my head.
I may be suffering from post-con depression.
It sounds like you're suffering from post-con concussion.
Dear matlab
Just because Nilly is not yelling at you is no reason to take advantage of her goo dnature and crash. Give her the graphs and no one gets hurt.
Sincerely
-t's submissive and loyal Excel program
-t makes her program wear a collar, doesn't she.
