OK, so my friend sends me this article about how emoticons are becoming de rigueur in some parts of the business world these days
Oh my Jesus. The end is extremely fucking nigh.
Jayne ,'Out Of Gas'
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OK, so my friend sends me this article about how emoticons are becoming de rigueur in some parts of the business world these days
Oh my Jesus. The end is extremely fucking nigh.
Also... really? Emoticons in business correspondence? I'm taking a poll: Who here either uses or receives serious business e-mail that seriously uses emoticons? I'm fascinated by this.
I might use them in email with co-workers where we're semi-joking, but never ever in email with anyone outside my pod. Part of my job is to do with Freedom of Information requests and we're always trying to educate people to be mindful of what they write in official correspondence, because "embarrassment in not an exemption." That said, I did find a memo once, written to a nun, with the sign-off "May the Force be with you." !!!
That said, I did find a memo once, written to a nun, with the sign-off "May the Force be with you." !!!
Heh.
I'm listening to The Splendid Table and guess what?
They have truffles in Saudi Arabia!
I have this long, thin bruise on the back of my arm. I keep seeing it out of the corner of my eye in mirrors, and thinking, "What the schmutz?"
Getting the bruise involved leaning to counterbalance a giant bag of ice cream, and overcompensating myself into a doorway.
I am somewhat lacking in grace.
Ice cream comes in bags?
Ice cream comes in bags?
When you put the two half-gallons in a grocery bag to haul them from the chest freezer in the garage, it does.
Are there not supposed to be truffles in Saudi Arabia?
I'd like it to be known that I'm wearing the prettiest thing in my wardrobe right now--a pink 50s shirtdress with a wide panel of white lace running down the front (modesty is preserved with a pale cream vintage slip). I totally don't have the shoes to do this justice.
Just found out my sister is visiting me next (not this) weekend. With my mother. I'd known about the mother thing a little longer, but it's still a surprise. Which means I'll be shuttling them to tennis, and ditching them for previous social obligations.
When you put the two half-gallons in a grocery bag to haul them from the chest freezer in the garage, it does.
Ah.
You have a garage?
It's possible that I have to write a business-related e-mail and am procrastinating.
They have truffles in Saudi Arabia!
And no pigs to hunt for them?