Bomb threat in the Westwood area. Conveniently on a day when I walked to lunch with a friend with a bad knee in heels--and she had to detour all sorts of ways to get back to her building, poor thing.
Pretty cool except for the part where I was really terrified and now my knees are all dizzy.
Willow ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 11:49:01 am PDT #2964 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Kat - Sep 25, 2007 11:51:22 am PDT #2965 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
What is it with bombthreats? There was one yesterday at a school near westwood.
After following links off the NYT piece that Ginger posted I want a cupcake and I want one NOW.
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 11:53:34 am PDT #2966 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have a coffee cake muffin.
Which is a cupcake.
I used to eat one of these between breakfast and lunch. I'm still picking on this morning's one.
Glamcookie - Sep 25, 2007 11:56:46 am PDT #2967 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Placed the order. I hope the sizes work - I don't usually buy tops or jackets online because I'm not a solid size fit. I went with the higher size since this is designer wear and I'm assuming the fit will be more snug.
shrift - Sep 25, 2007 11:59:20 am PDT #2968 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I think I definitely need a quick nap before heading out for the play tonight, because suddenly I have woozy exhaustion cancer.
lisah - Sep 25, 2007 12:16:21 pm PDT #2969 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Placed the order.
I love the stars sweater!!! of course!!!
I was looking on bluefly the other day to see if I could find ideas for dresses I might like (per ita's suggestion) and there wasn't a single one that I thought would look good on me! so depressing!
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 12:23:58 pm PDT #2970 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Nothing like knowing there's a bomb threat outside and hearing sirens go off.
Sorry about that, lisah. No ideas at all?
Daisy Jane - Sep 25, 2007 12:25:11 pm PDT #2971 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
They'd say they wanted a receptionist, but they really wanted an assistant. I would rat them right out to the agency. There would usually be some BS about how the person who placed the order didn't really know what was required . . .
A lot of people, too many really, don't know the difference. Hearing someone call me "the receptionist" makes me LIV-ID. Yes, I do answer the phones like a mad woman and make sure when people know their appointments are here, but I also prepare files, do grant research, outreach, fundraising, shipping and receiving, some tech support. I coordinate schedules. I set up voicemails and conference calls. I am the keeper of every password in my region. I pull off multiple region-wide events and create nearly every presentation an piece of literature that comes out of this place.
I. Am. A. Fucking. Assistant.
erikaj - Sep 25, 2007 12:31:08 pm PDT #2972 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yeah, definitely a skill. The definitive skill I learned in journalism school was to kiss the assistant's ass. She can decide if you see Bigshot or not.
Daisy Jane - Sep 25, 2007 12:34:52 pm PDT #2973 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It's just a reduction of everything I do to "answering phones and greeting people with some light typing on the side." Which is actually kinda one of my problems with Jackass coworker. He doesn't really think I "do" anything since his head is too far up his ass to notice anyone else unless he feels inconvenienced.