This is why it's sometimes smart to click on the links, isn't it?
Or at least mouse-over them....
Sorry - I thought it would be pretty obviously a joke....
'Safe'
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.
This is why it's sometimes smart to click on the links, isn't it?
Or at least mouse-over them....
Sorry - I thought it would be pretty obviously a joke....
Buy movie tickets with your phone. Without talking to anyone.
That's pretty sweet.
You know what I hate-- when people at work don't give you enough information. So you ask for it. And they refer you to something that has already been sent, implying that you did not read.
We have made an agreement with a local regional theatre that includes 'discounts on tickets, audition & interning experiences and access to props and costumes'. Our director got a little prickly with their box office because the box office personall did not know about the discounts, and he cc:ed me on the email. I replyed that I did not have very much information wither, even though I read all the previous emails. So he refered me back to the "discounts on tickets, access to costumes etc...". But there is no detal-- how big a discount, how do we get it,are the costumes free or do we just have access to them, etc. Grr.
You know what I hate-- when people at work don't give you enough information. So you ask for it. And they refer you to something that has already been sent, implying that you did not read.
Pretty much happens to me every day. Which is why my coworkers can hear my yelling "They did not put PSYCHIC in my job description, jackhole!" on a daily basis.
In fact, ha ha, it happened to me just now, and I freaked out my coworker by flailing around and mangling paperwork.
Chair tattoos. That's right - people with tattoos of chairs.
Not work-safe. (There's a big icon-link that's naughty.)
Who wudda' thunk - tattoos of chairs killed Natter....
Have just OD'ed on brownies. It only took one. Dang.
Today is gorgeous! Why must I grade?
Why must I grade?
It is a plaintive cry.
Timelies all!
We're finally picking up our proof books from the wedding tonight. Mind you, all the albums and individual ordered photos have long since been delivered, but the photographer forgot he still had the proof books until a few days ago. Oops...