Hi shrift!
I got nothing. I'm just trying to bring it back to life.
'Safe'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hi shrift!
I got nothing. I'm just trying to bring it back to life.
Maybe they are "soul-mates"
Sounded more like drunken grope-mates.
Frankly, I find the latter less squicky, I think because I'm not second-guessing anyone's true motives.
I know, poor shrift.
Hey, was that 90 car pile up anywhere near you? It got a lot of news coverage, or seemed to, because I don't watch the news, and still heard about it several times. I think our news casts led with it, that night.
How impolite is it to take a sharpie to a sign in a public place at work? I mean, it's just a printout ... that mentions the existence of two search criteria's.
It's driving me batty.
How impolite is it to take a sharpie to a sign in a public place at work? I mean, it's just a printout ...
It's done all the time here at the Evil Empire in Redmond.
ita, you're a project manager, right? Why can't I have you on the projects I work on? If I could have you as the PM, and Betsy as my tech writer, my work days would be SO much nicer.
It's only impolite if you get caught. (Well, even then I wouldn't say it was impolite, but I'd find it awkward. I always wait to be alone before doing that kind of thing.)
ita, I feel your pain.
In the girls' bathroom at school, there are the usual scrawled messages on the stall walls. "Your a f*cking c*nt bitch" is on one of the doors in dark marker that shows through coats of paint. As a teacher, I should be offended by this profanity. Instead I fight the urge to bring a sharpie in and correct the "your".
This may be an indication that I have issues.
I should put in an office supplies request for Tippex (White Out?) just so I can clean it up.
Jilli, I'd love to! Except for the evil empire thing (though some people may opine that my current employers are their analogue in a different industry).
Which really reminds me I need to go back to interminable PM-related paperwork. Yuck.
Hey, was that 90 car pile up anywhere near you?
About 50 miles north of me, I think. I haven't heard much about it beyond, "Dude, did you hear about the pile up on 131?"
His greeting to me was a huge hug, followed by cupping my face in his hands and telling me my smile was gorgeous.
Though I'd probably try and find a less-intrusive way of telling you this, I find I can't fault the man's powers of observation.