Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
What did the over-your-head person say, after s/he stopped rolling on the floor crying with laughter?
I left a voicemail with her and then called the customer (wow, was she not a pleasant person), and now I'm waiting for my supervisor to get back from lunch so we can craft an appropriate, uh, "response" to reassure all parties cc:ed that everything is hunky dory.
I just called my cell voicemail and got one half of a phone conversation. And not one half of a recorded phone conversation--I never got my voicemail prompts at all. Just listening to this woman talk about a job she didn't want while kids wail in the background. I'm kinda scared to try again.
Do they still have the ancient wooden escalators in Boston?
Macy's in NYC has those! Most of the upper floors have been upgraded, but there are still one or two ancient creaky ones leading to the Cellar and the food court.
Ugh, I feel so bad for a coworker right now -- earlier this week, her cousin's 18 year old son died in a snowboarding accident, and now her grandmother died last night! So sad for that family. Granted, the grandmother must have been pretty old, because my coworker's around 50, but still. A bad week.
That poor woman -- too much all at once.
Yeah -- and especially for her cousin's family -- it's the cousin's grandmother, too.
escalator death
This is because, and I feel certain I've mentioned this before, escalators are evil. They have teeth, they have terrifying recorded voices, they have mysterious substances on their oddly rubbery handholds, and they are lit from below with green.
This is because, and I feel certain I've mentioned this before, escalators are evil. They have teeth, they have terrifying recorded voices, they have mysterious substances on their oddly rubbery handholds, and they are lit from below with green.
That green is just the radiation leaking from the reactors into which they stuff their unwitting victims as fuel for their unholy machinations.
Nothing to be worried about.
A bad week.
I worked for a woman who lost her long-time ex, and her sister (in separate accidents) within the same week. She was reeling.
Of course, she wasn't much help during my divorce. "Hey, nobody's dead."