Kinkos is making me very angry.
No matter how many times you ask me when I plan to pick up the order, the answer will always be: "I live in Los Angeles, you are in New York. I am not flying to fucking New York to pick up this order. You are delivering this order to my agent, per the work order I sent."
Now I have to spend another day biting my nails.
The lady seems to think that Los Angeles is like, a neighborhood in Brooklyn or some shit.
I mean, Los Angeles is sort of one of those common knowledge places, right? We all know it's as far away to the left of New York on the map before you hit the ocean, right?
I hate you, Kinko's lady.
Clearly, I should have looked in here first about the blackouts.
Kristen, I worked in the OCR office at Columbia Housing for a Rob L. Ring any bells?
It doesn't sound familiar. Were you in undergrad housing? Technically, I worked in the Institutional Real Estate office. (Yes, we made many jokes about that.) We did graduate and post-doctoral fellow housing.
I mean, Los Angeles is sort of one of those common knowledge places, right? We all know it's as far away to the left of New York on the map before you hit the ocean, right?
I thought so, but I have horribly overestimated the common knowledge of people before.
The books can't hear me, Narrator.
Yep, not my office. I was indeed in undergrad. I think we have talked about this before. damn my sieve like brain.
I think we have talked about this before.
This is possible. I think we may have even traded crazy parent stories.
Worst job ever: City Marshal's Office.
From Betsy's link:
Asked about going to the United Nations this week and how that will affect his attention to the crisis: "I can do more than one thing at one time... If I'm focusing on the hurricane, I've got the capacity to focus on foreign policy as well."
Who taught this man how to string words together?
But doesn't he have to fit in that every-single-day thought about Iraq into his schedule, too? Whatever will he do?
