Aw, you guys! As I sit here all sweaty and gross in my nightshirt.
I think the bride is doing one big-ass roll in front, so I think it might be fun to match, style-wise.
All of which reminds me -- I have to jump in the shower and take my dress to be altered.
Am I missing any pending coiffeur changes?
I may go insane and decide to shave my head. It's really fucking hot here.
I LOVE the old-style rolls.
Alas for my friends hairstyle search, they work well in my hair, but not in hers without rats.
Cindy. Check out the camp for some good news on Narnian.
I am getting my hair cut tonight!
Every time I leave my cubicle, my boss manages to slip in and leave more work on my chair for me to do. The moral is, I'm not leaving my desk again!
Timelies,
Seconding the "It's really hot" comments. The walk from my car to the building wasn't terrible, but I know heading out for lunch is going to be killer.
I also think I may be going insane. I know I replied to an e-mail about a meeting yesterday that was supposed to be this morning, but now I can't find the e-mail.
Ack, Kathy. I hope it's something simple.
Ack, Kathy. I hope it's something simple.
Unfortunately, it's simple in that all they have to do is REPLACE THE ENTIRE DAMN ENGINE! But, it's also expensive that way ($2000). I just want the thing to last me through 2005--is that too much to ask?
Kalshane, I solve that problem by not leaving the building till I'm not coming back. Since it's gonna be in the 90s, with 60s% humidity, I actually have motivation to pull together lunch from the fridge.
Stupid hot.
I solve that problem by not leaving the building till I'm not coming back.
This has been my strategy for a while. It's working pretty well, both in not getting hot and in not spending too much on lunches.
Ouch, Kathy.
Kalshane, I solve that problem by not leaving the building till I'm not coming back. Since it's gonna be in the 90s, with 60s% humidity, I actually have motivation to pull together lunch from the fridge.
Well, I live about a mile from work, so I like to go home for my lunch breaks. It's a lot easier to relax on my couch or at my home computer desk than trying to find a quiet place in the building. That and just about every time I eat lunch at work someone calls, or knocks on the door or walks up to me with the old "Sorry to interrupt your lunch, but..."
So all things considered, dealing with the stupid hot is the better option. Doesn't mean I won't gripe about it, though.