I probably follow them, but I'm less likely to take a job that has them. Mostly because I find them incredibly and unfairly biased. I cannot and will not wear a high necked shirt. It makes me look like I have one ginormous boob. Some people are offended or whatever at the slightest hint of cleavage. My tits are there, I suggest people learn to deal. It's not like I have them hanging out, but I'm not going to wear something that makes me look like ass. On the other hand I'm being kind of unfair, because there are things I find ok, I wouldn't wear at work. For instance my "No on PROP 2" button. It's not offensive, and something I think I should be able to wear whenever, but I can see that a (and I hate to call it this, because I think it's like wearing a "Don't be evil" button) political statement is inappropriate for what I do.
Pretty much, I think I'm adult, treat me like one. (To the bosses, not you).
Perkins, fevers are like that. Mine's back paying me a visit too. Crummy little jerk.
We need to do away with them. Where's Clovis?
Excellent question.
Clovis! Bunny wanna kill fevers? Fevers are bogarting the evil and keeping it away from Bunny.
Kat, I blame you! We now have to go through the 400odd records Mr. Jane's dad gave him over Thanksgiving.
It's actually a pretty impressive collection. And hey, we just found the Clockwork Orange soundtrack, so thanks!
I don't think I've ever missed this much work before. I cant go in like this, and I'm a secretary, so I cant do much from home.
Totally plagued. I am so stuffy and coughy. I sleep almost all the time, in between nose blowing and such. The computer is only like, two feet from my bed so posting has been my only contact with the outside world aside from a trip to the video store and grocery store.
I watched March of the Penguins. I was horribly bored. I mean, penguins are cute and all, but an hour and twenty minutes of penguins huddled against storms is just boring.
I saw March in an airplane. Twice actually. Going and coming back. On the way there I was enchanted by the darling penguins and all involved in the story. By the way back, just waiting for the damned penguins to get back to the ocean so I could get off of the plane.
If my plague is anything near the rest of y'alls, it should be letting up soon. Though I was using the dread zinc swabs so I might have traded my senses of smell and taste for a day or two less of cold.
And I am impressed you've made it to any stores at all. Until I was faced with the lure of really good cough meds, I really didn't leave the house. Or my bed, truth be told.
Plague sucks. Penguins soft but not Oscar-calibar actors.
etcorrect: swaB.
Ugh. Got hit by the insomnia fairy driving a truck through my bedroom at about 4 AM. Now I'm trying to decide whether to try taking a shower, or get back in bed....
