varying up the heights of shoes I was wearing from day to day.
Oh yeah - that's a big one.
For me, the height variance and golf-ball-massage helped tremendously. I could theoretically stop running (noooooo!), but I can't not walk a fair piece most days, unless I rode the bike in all the time (hell, no).
It's kind of demoralizing.
Like how?
"Question 12. In the past 12 months do your think your work has
a) sucked less
b) sucked just as much
c) Hoo, boyo, maximum suckage
d) Arrest me. I am ripping. You. Off."
Here's a question. I am responding to a Dear Santa letter. The young lady asks for:
I want
Iyabarbiedollandcar
Does "Iya" mean anything? Or does she want a barbie doll and (hopefully, I presume) a barbie car?
shrift, I had my quarterly review (yes, that often. But informal. And right now, really, really necessary) this morning and this required a mad scramble to actually enter stuff into the stupid assessment software. Which I can do only from a room that is -3 F. Or feels that way. I know your pain all too well.
shrift, I think part of your assessment should be to mark the typos on the questionaire - preferrably in red-ink.
I don't have a red pen, or I totally would.
I've circled a bunch of numbers and checked a bunch of boxes. Open-ended questions at bottom of questionnaire are taunting me.
I've probably rated myself too highly, but sweet christ, I'm not filling this thing out twice.
These folks have a Devon Rex kitty called "Smeagol" and it fits. . .
ETA: And they have a Smeagol, Jr too.
Awww... Devon Rexes are the bestest!
bon - I think it must just be a barbie doll and car.