Ooooh! It's 5:52! I can put on makeup and head to the bar now!
Bye y'all.
(BTW, before I get to SF, I want y'all to know that yes I talk like this so don't be shocked by my accent, especially when I get my drink on. I also tell dirty jokes, usually involving southern belles).
(BTW, before I get to SF, I want y'all to know that yes I talk like this so don't be shocked by my accent, especially when I get my drink on. I also tell dirty jokes, usually involving southern belles).
I'd be disappointed if you didn't talk with a southern accent and tell dirty jokes.
I just found an ad for a job in San Francisco that I'd be very good at. Working for Google. Someone tell me not to apply for it.
Week almost done. Week almost done.
After this week, I'm too beat up and tired to go drinkin'.
I'll just have to do my drinkin' at home.
Someone tell me not to apply for it.
Why on earth would we do that?
I just found an ad for a job in San Francisco that I'd be very good at. Working for Google. Someone tell me not to apply for it.
why would we do that? come to SF, you belong here, you are one of us...
Someone tell me not to apply for it.
Apply for it.
Okay,
it's close to the response you wanted...
If I hadn't bought an apartment, I would be applying for it. *sigh* Ironic that the first time that I would consider leaving DC, I've tied my self to it.
flop
Okay, meeting wasn't bad. I apparently looked upset from the moment I walked in the door, and had to explain to my boss that it was crazy pms time for me. At which point she said "Oh, and I sent you a document covered in comments and suggestions. You're not a bad editor! Don't worry!"
So now I'm all relieved. I feel like a big wuss, but a relieved wuss.