Willow ,'Empty Places'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hate chin hairs. They're actually making me contemplate laser treatments.
ION, the BBC brain sex thing tells me I have a perfectly balanced male/female brain. I prefer male faces that are more feminine (which is apparently influenced by menstrual cycles), and I had a perfect score on the rotate-objects test, which means I should be an engineer or something. Less than 10% of women can do that.
So I can empathize with people, but I'd rather be working with my jigsaw puzzle.
dilemma:
a client has invited me and a co-worker out to lunch (as well as another person who helped with the event not in our office) to thank us for a job well done with the conference we did for him. My co-worker refuses to go, she doesn't "do lunch" and has declined. I am annoyed about this because we are in a service oriented office and schmoozing with nice people, even though they are clients, is generally a good thing to do. I am not sure if I should go with my coworker not going, because she was the primary point of contact, and I only met him (the client) on site. But I feel bad blowing him off altogether and feel like *someone* should go to this lunch and be thanked.
Am I over thinking this? SHould I just tell him our office is busy that week? Should I go and steel myself for awkward social interaction? I don't know what to do.
Nora, I think you should go. It makes you look good, at the very least.
Nora, go. It'll be good for you.
My co-worker refuses to go, she doesn't "do lunch" and has declined.
Is she philisophically opposed to the idea of "doing lunch" or something, because if so, a world of @@
Happy Birthday, Jilli!
Having a baby shrinks you.
At least, it feels like it.
I have this weird vertigo every time I think back to how BIG my mother seemed and then realize that I'm about the same size that she used to be. And I feel about the same size I've always been. So for me, having a baby has had the strange effect of shrinking MY MOTHER.
Frank, you are correct, and I invite you to join me in the @@.
Frank, you are correct, and I invite you to join me in the @@.
Well maybe you should go and you can all talk smack about your cow-orker.
heh. tempting but probably not professional.
I have accepted their lovely lunch invitation.
In other news, I still HATE HATE HATE eyedrops. Even though I've been using them 4x a day for a week.