I agree. I HAD to have a PT job (so I could eat, sometimes, maybe) but I was teaching 40 hours a week, and then spent proably 15 hours a week on grading, lesson plans, etc.
My house is so freakin' dirty, rats turn up their noses.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I agree. I HAD to have a PT job (so I could eat, sometimes, maybe) but I was teaching 40 hours a week, and then spent proably 15 hours a week on grading, lesson plans, etc.
My house is so freakin' dirty, rats turn up their noses.
Rich women are cra. zee. $224.00 cellulite-reducing sneakers. [link]
Oh, fer sweet fuck's sake.
Plain ol' sneakers are the cure for cellulite...plus a big dose of who's looking at my ass anyway? cluesticking.
If there's time to lean, there's time to clean.
A McDonald's survivor?
We are talking about Outlook mailboxes, yes?
Oh wow, if you have tips on that, spill. Don't say the "D" word though, I'll break out.
Did a bunch of intermediary employee relations stuff today. The only person who cried was on the phone, so I could only say, "Don't worry, we'll get the bastards". Said bastards are two hours away from me, so they are temporarily immune from my wrath, but they'll have to meet with me next week, oh yes.
Now dinner with friends at my favourite italian place. Much untensing to be had.
Someone has made popcorn here in the office.
I now want popcorn.
This is not good.
thwump
Why the thwumping, GC?
Still feeling kinda crappy and the sockpuppet discussion has really dragged me down, which I know is silly as hell. Blargh.
GC, you guys around this weekend?
Going to L's mom & dad's tomorrow to see their new kitty (!) but will be around Sunday...