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.
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.
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...
The Chicago Tribune (registration required) has a fun article on how long to keep food in your kitchen. It's a case study of one woman's pantry, fridge and freezer and the expiration dates therein, and what should be tossed and what's still good.
Looks like I'll have to go through my salad dressings and check the dates...
do we have a trib login?
Middle of last week, I got called a Grand Inquisitor!
Does that come with a cool costume? Because that would rock.
I have to admit, I'm reduced to running around and poking this person. Reasoned discussion just wasn't working. Right now I'm trying to get her to hug me so we can make up. All this dissent is very stressful.