Copy machine problems. Of a sort.
'Shindig'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
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.
The paper ad? I think our defense would involve unplugging.
Okay, I think I'm finished the argument with the LJ person. I should go make tea so I can eat this nummy chococupocake.
Ayup.
Someone just posted this link to my blog, and this section seemed to be of interest to ita:
I wish I had money to buy art.
My entire job at this point involves waiting for one really overworked person to get back to me on multiple items. I hate that. I'm not mad at her, because I know she's not just sitting around blowing me off, but I literally can't move forward on like four projects until she has a chance to get to them. Bah.
Or I could return a phone call I'm not looking forward to, to someone I don't know.
Get on the phone, woman.
I'm trying to work out what a jammed finger injury really is. I know you can break or dislocate something by jamming, which I'm sure I haven't. So where else does the pain and swelling come from?
I and my boss say yes, accountant says you only use them for money.
Your accountant's way sounds like an extra-efficient plan for GETTING MONEY STOLEN. Good grief.
I am so dead this part of the year, I'm already one beer in.
I totally made my phone call! Which basically included setting up another call, but still.
My problem, time-of-year-wise, is that there is an absolute assload of stuff due early September, but no one around to deal with it in late August. I should just take off so I'm not sitting here waiting. I could sit on the beach and wait!
And I'm having a hard time disentangling myself from a very stupid argument with a very stupid person in an LJ community.
Oh, I know this sensation. Middle of last week, I got called a Grand Inquisitor! By somebody I don't really know, but who takes me and mine as symbols of her oppression.
And then I had to spend 20 minutes on my hands and knees searching for the eyes that had rolled out of my head.
Nutty's part of a lynch mob, Nutty's part of a lynch mob...