I think drycleaning and picking up lunch when I think personal assistant.

Parts of my job are personal assistant like- dropping off rent checks, picking up stuff from the store etc. I do not do anything more personal than dropping or picking up- maybe a phone call to a utility or creditor, but that's it.

Well, in her defense...

...no, there's no way I can complete that sentence. She's just crazy.

She's just crazy.

It really is hard to come up with something else unless broken arms are involved.

I managed to clip my nails with a broken wrist.

Tachyon Flow! (Forward / Reverse)

Phlebotinum Generator!

Dilithium Crystals (Yes/No)

etc.

I think you should add a Jeffries Tube. I never understood what it was, but it seem pretty important on one of the Enterprises or another.

Did you read the interview with Richard Dawkins in Salon today?

I gotta admit, I'm pretty much with Mr. Dawkins. That reminds me, I guess I need to read a few chapters in "The Purpose Driven Life" for my meeting this weekend. It's hard to get excited about reading a book when I reject the basic premise of the book.

Well, I could see clipping my mom's nails if asked. But a) she's my mother and b) she's in the middle of chemo, and can barely lift her hands, much less focus on her nails long enough to clip them. (And odds are dad will take care of it anyway.)

None of my bosses/managers/directors/glorious_leaders will be getting their nails clipped by me.

ETA:

It's hard to get excited about reading a book when I reject the basic premise of the book.

I dunno. I didn't exactly believe in Middle Earth, but I was happy to read it and watch the movie. But I bet your reading group wouldln't exactly like comments such as "James&Peter--OTP4evah!!!" and that was half the fun with the Tolkien stuff.

I think you should add a Jeffries Tube.

It's not really big enough for a Jeffries Tube or even a Gregories Tube. I am planning to cut a hatch in the roof though.

It really is hard to come up with something else unless broken arms are involved.

Well, the thing is that she thinks that we are buddies because we're both women (the person who previously had my job was male--actually, he's FTM transgendered, which kinda adds to the ridiculosity of her attitude towards him, but I digress...), so I get to hear way more than I ever wanted to know about her, uh, personal life. WHICH I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT, ta ever so. But that's why she apparently thinks it's OK to ask me for help with her personal grooming, I guess.

I painted my ex-bosses nails once at work.