Buffy ,'Chosen'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I do enjoy self medicating with beer every once in a while. Check that. Every night.
Canal Street being only a slight detour on my way to the train home has proven to be a useful if sometimes dangerous thing. I'm just glad the Salem location is way off the direct path or I'd never get home.
nah, the Dean doesn't but his assistant does. I don't think he does. Although apparantly my manager was reading a funny email I wrote to him and some other director, while they were on the road.
No, I just handled some running around on a dean-level donation and so there were lots of eyes on me. Since I didn't FUBAR it, now I'm like a genius or something.
With the constant pain I've been having (back as well as tooth) I can't eat, drink, sit down, or stand up without pain... and I am starting to lose it.
Oh, lordy, I'm sorry. I hope the massage helps. Back pain just bleeds into everything you try to do. So very much of the suck.
Dean doesn't but his assistant does.
Probably where the power lies anyway.
Dean: Who's that supercompetent one who helped us out last time?
Assistant: Nora Dierdre. Sign this, and this, and this and we'll get her on the next project.
Heh. And congrats on the job Calli!
Thank you! Everything's sinking in now (and everyone at the office knows what's happening). People who I could swear I've never met are sending me "it's been great working with you" emails. Which beats, "About time, beeotch!" But still.
Dean: Who's that supercompetent one who helped us out last time?
Anybody else suddenly have the theme from "Shaft" running in their head?
::gently hugs Nora::
passes her a nice stiff one.
take that how ever you will
Anybody else suddenly have the theme from "Shaft" running in their head?
Well I didn't until now.... Not that it's the worst theme.
{{{{Nora}}}} Pain~ma to you.
We're headed to a Pawsox game in the rain in a little bit. Why did I not think to check the weather reports when I booked the tickets?
oh, poo. It's supposed to be cloudy with showers tomorrow. NOT HELPING, NATURE!