It is Master of Champions. Which includes a panel of champions. And a cup of champions, in a wall of masters. And everyone is a champion, but only one can be determined the master of champions, as decided by the panel of champions.
You get the idea.
Yes. I can almost feel you shudder, from here.
I could live on caffeine and cigarettes when I was 19, but now I need actual food.
I could do it until my first pregnancy. Never again. Now I get mean when I'm hungry, even though I haven't been pregnant in six years, two months and two days.
Very cool charitable news--Warren Buffet is giving the bulk (5/6ths) of his Berkshire Hathaway stock fortune to the Gates Foundation, in essence doubling their $1 billion in annual spending. They're going to spend it on curing disease and improving American education.
I really do love Warren Buffett. I'm less enthralled with the Gates Foundation, but that's mostly for personal reasons.
You know, I do not know how people work in cubicles, because I have my own freaking office and I can hear people 6 and 7 doors down both ways in their office! WTF?
Okay, I called about the job, and it turns out that with benefits, the pay is around $12/hour. Right. No.
Ouch. This is for an IT job? You can make that working at Home Despot around here. Someone at that company needs to take a look at salary.com or something.
Ouch. This is for an IT job? You can make that working at Home Despot around here.
Help Desk, yeah. The lady was very nice, and doesn't work for the company that would be paying that rate. But honestly, they wonder why they're having trouble keeping anyone at their call center?!
Oh, mostly that they don't want to give money to the places I work. Due to having their own (specific, different) priorities. Personal like that -- the woman who runs the foundation is the BIZZOMB.
OMG I don't want to work on the thing I need to be working on.
You know, I do not know how people work in cubicles, because I have my own freaking office and I can hear people 6 and 7 doors down both ways in their office! WTF?
Heh. I sit in an alcove with cubical-style dividing wall with two other people, near a copier, a shredder and a huge line printer. And I (and the other two guys) have to answer phones all day. I don't see the logic in this.
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I don't know yet! We've got weird scheduling with two birthdays, Emmett's baseball tournaments and a visiting cousin in the next two weeks.
I'll go check the calendar and try to figure it out.
