I don't want to do you. Go away now.
You know, I somehow COMPLETELY missed the "Dear Work," part of this post and thought these were the clear instructions you gave a person. I read it a few more times with that perplexed dog head tilt before I finally read the greeting.
I'll be seeing OotP tonight with my cousin.
I really, really loathe people who express helplessness in the face of clear instructions.
Like the attorney I sit near (and don't even work for) who walks up to me three times a day and says "the light is flashing on the printer, I think it needs paper."?
And then stands there while I get up from my desk, open the drawer, stick paper in, and close it?
I wonder how he gets dressed in the morning. "Honey, I think my socks are in there..."
I think poor Jesse was terribly disappointed that I live in Baltimore and
had no idea who Mary Alice was.
Damaged my cred, or something.
No, no, I just forgot you don't have The Cable.
Is it harder to make than other cakes? What recipe do you use?
Red velvet cake is not hard at all! The secret? Red food dye.
I think poor Jesse was terribly disappointed that I live in Baltimore and had no idea who Mary Alice was.
She knew that you don't have cable, though!
I really want to go see BU this weekend, but I think I will hold out.
Dear Download,
Please finish so I can close the laptop and take it somewhere where the temp is much less blast-furnacey.
Dear COBRA,
You suck. I blame GeorgeBushCo.
Dear State of MA Healthcare Program,
Thank you for giving me one more reason to love my Commonwealth.
Yours Truly,
-Theo
Hey, I just wanted to thank y'all again for the kinds words (and wow, kudos from the entire MiracleFam!). I dropped a driveby thanks and little story about Abe meeting Geneva in Music (natch) if anyone's interested: Corwood Industries "Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach" Aug 3, 2007 9:27:43 am PDT.
I really, really loathe people who express helplessness in the face of clear instructions
A million times wrod. "How do I do that?" And you're not allowed to say, "We just did that, you moron! A mouse in a maze would have already learned how to do it, the number of times we've done it!"
A few years ago I had a woman on the phone tell me with a giggle, "Oh, I'm 43 years old, I don't know how to do this sort of thing." In as chilly a voice as I could manage without being fired, I said, "I'm 45 years old, and I support this sort of thing all day." She said "Oh" in a small voice and proceeded to get with the program.