Kristin, can't you grade in bed? For some reason this is reminding me that my mother and I used to rate jobs according to whether or not you could read while doing them. Tollbooth attendant we could never decide on, because obviously you could never get really into a book, but there might be stretches where you could get stuff done. Hard to say, as by definition we never saw a completely idle tollbooth.
What goes well with bearhug from behind (leverage on finger)?
A nice zinfandel.
ita, we're going down there for Thanksgiving. Want me to check on your place? Where was it?
I could grade in bed, Emily. Not a bad idea.
I've been thinking about going my old route and taking the work to Starbucks, though. Something about working in a coffee shop seems to make me more productive.
Pepto first, though.
ETA: Oh shit, ita. I'm sorry. That beyond sucks.
Ugh, ita, that would suck. Have you been contact with them? Is it one of the "unaccessible" locations listed here [link] ?
Gotta love LA.
That's why they had to write the song.
I have to say I'm disappointed. My whole
::jealousjealousjealous::
of you and cass kicking back after some quality cloud leopard time and killing a couple of 'half filled' ENOURMOUS wine glasses... wasted.
Actually, Cass and I had fun at the zoo, headed back to her place to wait out the rush hour traffic, and then both fell asleep while watching the Discovery Channel. I woke up an hour later and headed north. Me=lame.
ita, maybe their billing is just frelled because of the storm, etc.
Actually, Cass and I had fun at the zoo, headed back to her place to wait out the rush hour traffic, and then both fell asleep while watching the Discovery Channel. I woke up an hour later and headed north. Me=lame.
Or billytea's wet-dream...
Something about working in a coffee shop seems to make me more productive.
It always sounds like a good idea, but maybe 80% of the time I head off to a coffee shop to do some work, there ends up being no place to sit. So now even the idea of it makes me tense, like driving somewhere I know there's little parking.
Er, or it could just be that I'm a tense, prone-to-worrying-about-silly-things person.
Naaah.