Hush, you, or I'll turn you into a robot. The parts are coming in this week!
I'll be good.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hush, you, or I'll turn you into a robot. The parts are coming in this week!
I'll be good.
Sue I miss you all the time. Was that not understood?
Aw.
She's standing on guard for you, Sue.
Well, she doesn't have to stand on guard all the time. She can take a break and be earwormed with Prince or something.
Dammit! I was looking forward to my 11am being offsite.
It's been a while since I was irritated at having the conference call option.
This is brilliant: Asshole Notification Cards.
I am still not making my last four calls. Instead I am watching Adam's Rib. Possibly I should do some research online so as not to waste time entirely.
I think I've told the story here before of my colleague in graduate school who went into his annual review with a wild west style holster and two pistols (very obviously fake, and nobody who knew the man would have thought for a minute it was a serious thing).
If I get asked in my annual review (we're doing them in March, this year, marking the 3rd different annual review process in my 3.5 years of employment) where I want to be in 5 years the answer will certainly be "not working here." In fact, if I'm working here in 1 year I'll be sorry. In 5 years I'd also like to be: neither pregnant nor breastfeeding and with children who sleep through the night; a homeowner; not living in the south, or anyplace else it doesn't snow; possessed of a desire for an actual career.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
I'll be 40! Good lord. I am about to have a When Harry Met Sally moment and not the good one.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
I'll be 40!
EAT IT, both of you.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
Ha. This is the moment where we old people¹ chime in and say things like ... 5 years??? 9 months!
I don't know where I want to be in five years, period. It scares me, and has always been my weakness. By "it" I mean the future.
¹ This is the window for people older than me to tell me I've picked the wrong lawn.
ita, get offa my lawn.
I'll be 40!
Hmph.