that will never happen at my job
It would never have happened at my old job, either. This place is a little scary because it hasn't revealed it's deep, dark, dysfunctional underbelly, yet. I keep waiting, then I get an email like this and I wonder what the catch is (in my old place it would have been that you wouldn't get paid for those afternoons off, I'm sure) and so I run to the admin person who takes care of us all and ask her to tell me the story again about the nice fellow up in the President's office who isn't out to get us.
Wow, Sparky, cool.
{{Ailleann}} It sounds like he made a real impact, which makes this both easier and harder, I imagine.
Ex. Haust. Ted.
2 hours in Wal-Mart. Emeline now has a Barbie that is dressed in an outfit designed by HIllary Duff. Sadly, they were made for the New! Smaller Boobs! Barbie and not Emeline's stacked-like-the-Library-of-Congress Barbie so we now have a Barbie dressed like Jennifer Lopez. I actually considered using my double sided tape to keep her shirt up. Then I figured, Fuck It. Barbie has been naked for about a month having eschewed her Red Swan Lake tutu. Her ass and her hoo-hah are covered and that's all I care about.
Mind you, this rule only applies to Barbies. This rule will not apply to Emeline when she goes through her Hoochie phase.
I will say this though for the Hillary Duff design - the shoes have ankle straps that are big enough for the foot to get into, but small enough that it's hard to get the shoe off. Go Hillary. Nice to see you thinking about chocking hazards other than your own vomit when you and Lohan party too hard.
Google Personalized home page (www.google.com/ig) changed the name to iGoogle today.
For a minute I wondered if Apple had bought Google, or the iPhone was being iRazzed...
I remember -- distinctly - in tee ball getting a line drive to the throat. My dad was the coach, and he was like "WTF!!"
I don't think I knew the fuck word at the time, but I'm pretty sure I was all like "WTREALLYBADWORDIDON'TKNOWYET!"
Hmm. Pain tolerance. Mine is pretty high. I grew up on a farm, being stepped on, falling out of trees, off bikes, bitten, scratched, lots of falling and bleeding, knife in ass, splintered arms from diving onto concrete slabs...um...cramps!
But I still fucking am scared of needles.
I tell my students, who want Band-aids for papercuts and hangnails, "If it's not gushing blood or on fire, it's not an emergency. Suck it up."
I jusr had a woman tell me to my face in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't rent to us because of my disability.
Because of your disabilty or because of the income factor?
Shit, sj, isn't that illegal? Also, WTF--does she somehow think you're going to be a worse tenant because of it???
Um, that's illegal, isn't it?
