Summer jobs in college -- factory work through places like Kelly. I think it upped my tolerence for dull work that was at least clean and unlikely to cause injury
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
You're inside the bubble. The world is outside it. The bubble's not big.
It's like a hampster exercise ball for life!
On the other hand, the physical size of one's personal bubble is bigger than, say, a soap bubble...even if it's a Zubbles bubble...
My journal's publishing a paper with an author whose first name is Hellmuth. Naturally I'm reading it as "Hellmouth" every time. The source of all evil is publishing environmental health materials! (And neo-cons the world over nod knowingly.)
You're inside the bubble. The world is outside it. The bubble's not big.
Oh, that's what happened. I was thinking thick-big, and didn't even notice your use of "little". I wasn't intentionally contradicting. Again, sorry about that. I was riffing on Spike's "It's a big rock," is all.
I temped out of the Cambridge office of Kelly Girl
Hey, Hec. I was a Kelly Girl myself.
I was, too. For the first 9 months out of college.
And in a confluence of topics, I was just bitching to my co-workers about people who misuse commas and how I must kick their asses. Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix. And the beauty of it is -- I wouldn't even have to fake being nice, like I do in this office! Keen!
I haven't finished college yet. But when I left college, I was already married. Took a job at a local newspaper, as staff writer, and then had a baby not long after.
Somehow I ended up working in publishing thereafter, with two more babies coming, and now I'm writing. And, you know, being a mom. If I had it to over again, DH and I would have had some more time for ourselves before becoming parents, ideally with travel involved. But I like my life very much, even if I still want to finish school someday.
Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix. And the beauty of it is -- I wouldn't even have to fake being nice, like I do in this office! Keen!
It's fate!
Dude! Who wouldn't hire Tep as their personal grammar dominatrix?!?
Which reminds me, I should buy a lottery ticket...
Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix.
That would be the best job ever. "That's a restrictive clause, bitch." Thwak! "See that comma?" Thwak! "What do you do with that comma?" Thwak! "Remove it, bitch."
And in a confluence of topics, I was just bitching to my co-workers about people who misuse commas and how I must kick their asses. Chatty!co-worker suggested that I hire myself out as a grammar dominatrix.
Huh,. Tha,t's ve,ry int,,ers,tin,g.
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Hee. I was just running back to Bitches to do exactly what Tommy did. Damn my slow brain.