But that's OK, because he sucks.
He's the Sub-Submariner.
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But that's OK, because he sucks.
He's the Sub-Submariner.
because apparently helping people does not fall under his purview as help desk guy.
This reminds me of a story from work. We were trying to get a computer hooked up and called the help desk to send someone down to help. Someone comes down and needs someone to turn something on, so he makes a call.
Guy: yeah, I need someone to flibberty flobbet.
Speakerphone, snottily: did you call the help desk?
Guy: I AM THE HELP DESK!
Metropolis action figures
Isn't that pretty much what Oscars are?
I think I'd OD on caffeine before I ever reached a point where I'd consumed enough.
Mostly I was thinking that I needed a little less gronk to parlay anything into porn successfully. Worry not, though; today I am stuck in a persistent state of gronk.
It's for a job I'm not sure I want, least of all because I didn't catch the company name when she called me to set it up yesterday.
People call me up every day, tell me their names and where they work and that so-and-so gave them my number, and I always forget it two seconds later. It's like hysterical short-term memory loss, or possibly like my ears think I'm in a Charlie Brown cartoon.
Yes, Project Greenlight is on Thursdays now.
Good luck with the interview Dana!
Congratulations on passing the ethics exam, Stephanie!
It's like hysterical short-term memory loss, or possibly like my ears think I'm in a Charlie Brown cartoon.
I think part of it is that I'm always expecting these calls at home to be a telemarketer, so I don't really care who they're harassing me on behalf of. By the time my brain catches up, it's too late.
good luck Dana.
Jesse - I cannot be trusted with food questions like that. I tend to eat things unless they smell or have visible mold. I have also given myself food poisoning 3 times.
I have also given myself food poisoning 3 times.
Har. Sorry. Heh.
Of course, now I can't decide if my tummy feels funny due to bad food or just because I have to get dressed now for an interview.
Jesse, I always live by "When in doubt, throw it out," because I would pay whatever the food cost (times 10), not to get sick.
That said, you've already eaten this. So, I wouldn't worry about it. I would also drink the hottest tea I could find, not founded on any scientific theory, but rather upon a firm--albeit vaguely defined--theory, that it couldn't hurt, and might help. And no, I don't know why, except it's tea! It's tea! It's tea, and it's made with boiling water, and something good might come of it.
And no, I don't know why, except it's tea! It's tea! It's tea, and it's made with boiling water, and something good might come of it.
All the tea molecules go up to the evil food-poisoning chemicals and say, "Dude. I just came from boiling water. I'm so gonna kick your ass."
It's true. Because it's science.