Okay, getting my hair cut on Thursday. Tonight I shall start shopping for wedding reception gear if I feel like I'm not going to keel over after work. I think I'll start with Filene's Basement, although Nordstrom is tempting me with this, this, and also this.
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
So. We work with a lot of clients who don't speak English, and sometimes they're not as well educated in Spanish either, but the different language thing can make things really difficult. Very often words are spelled phonetically or just really very badly. Usually I can figure out what they mean.
So, I'm going about my day, catching up on paperwork, entering one of our Hispanic client's information: name, address, demographics. Finally I get to employment. "Employer: XYZ Services, Inc. Occupation: Shit rock/drywall."
I'm still wiping tears from my eyes. Juvenile, yes. But at least I'm smiling now.
That last one is my favorite, shrift. (I love that color as it looks really good with my hair-not that it's about me).
Dude. Cleaning a rollerball mouse is so incredibly satisfying.
Not nearly as satisfying as the Q-tip cleaning eargasm, IMHO.
That last one is my favorite, shrift.
I really really like that one, too. If it's in the Nordstrom downtown, I am definitely trying it on this week.
A quiz on cars and pop culture, aimed mostly at baby boomers.
I got 63% right (they are multiple choice).
Some of the questions are results of surveys, etc. that I just had to guess at. Some I'm too young to know. At least one question I dispute their answer. Still, I coulda' done better.
Ooh. The guy who did the Stanford prison experiment is on the radio right now.
He was on the daily show last week. His book sounds very interesting.
shit rock/drywall
I think I'd prefer the drywall option. Shit rock wouldn't fit with my decor.
Finally I get to employment. "Employer: XYZ Services, Inc. Occupation: Shit rock/drywall."
My mother has a friend from Puerto Rico who refused to say the word "sheet," because she just couldn't believe it didn't sound exactly like "shit." She said "bed linens." Seriously.
My mother has a friend from Puerto Rico who refused to say the word "sheet," because she just couldn't believe it didn't sound exactly like "shit." She said "bed linens." Seriously.
I think she's full of sheet.
Our coworker at the youth center told the SO he'd spent all day cleaning out the shed. But the SO heard "shit" and was sitting there thinking to himself, yeesh, must have been a mess.