I did get semi-colons, cats, babies, and short hair, though.
Huh, a serial comma.
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I did get semi-colons, cats, babies, and short hair, though.
Huh, a serial comma.
I knew I forgot to mention something on vw's survey--the serial comma discussion.
Ha! I put the serial comma.
I mentioned pecans and cilantro.
For the record, I am officially at the end of my rope at work. If I could just walk out of here tonight with a simple "Fuck you, I quit" resignation Post-It I would have twenty minutes ago.
That sucks, Dylan. If we had that pneumatic tube system in place I'd shoot you a gin and tonic.
I completely forgot short hair. Damn.
I wonder if discussion of the survey could figure into vw's research.
I already forgot what I added to vw's survey. How wrong is that! It must be Friday.
I had ice cream for lunch and just went to the library and borrowed a novel with no redeeming value.
This is just perfect, Sparky. I hope it helped. I'm tempted to do the same, substituting dinner for lunch, but I'm not quite miserable enough to have a good excuse, which is a good thing.
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That occurred to me after I posted. We should probably get a reading from vw.
I completely forgot short hair. Damn.
I have no clue why I read short hair as hair shirt.
Hmm.
I think I'm finally done with my contract. I have no work left to do.
Time to actually crack open and update my resume, and try to avoid thinking too hard about the fact that people are now graduating from high school with skillz as mad as those I have gained from all my years in tech, thus deflating the value of my only actual job-type talent.
Which wouldn't be as big a deal if I didn't have to figure childcare and commute expenses into it, making the bare minimum hourly wage I can afford to take higher than most places will offer.
Fuck. Maybe I should just take a part-time evening and weekend job jerking coffee at Starbucks or something. If I can find one.
Fuck. Maybe I should just take a part-time evening and weekend job jerking coffee at Starbucks or something. If I can find one.
I've seriously considered this, though I'm daunted by the thought of what it'd do to my marriage to essentially be tag-team parents (with inevitable fights as I fretted over Dylan getting home in time for me to get to my job), maybe if we're lucky managing to watch TDS together every evening.