I will not kill the people scheduling me for 16 hour days on board the ship.
Why not? Seems like being at sea would make the body disposal a whole lot easier...
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I will not kill the people scheduling me for 16 hour days on board the ship.
Why not? Seems like being at sea would make the body disposal a whole lot easier...
If I kill them I can't get hired by Disney again, and as bad as the schedule for this project has been for the past few weeks, I'd like to keep them as a client.
Will they not hire you if someone just sort of disappears?
Are you going to be stuck working sixteen hour days the whole time, or are you going to be trapped with nothing to do? [Don't know which would be worse.]
If I kill them I can't get hired by Disney again, and as bad as the schedule for this project has been for the past few weeks, I'd like to keep them as a client.
You need to start thinking outside the box. Accidents happen on boats every day...
There's even a Disney owned island upon which to strand people.
If you dress up as a pirate, and walk someone off of the plank, the guests would think it was part of the ship's entertainment.
Are you going to be stuck working sixteen hour days the whole time, or are you going to be trapped with nothing to do? [Don't know which would be worse.]From what he's told me, he's working flat out from the time he gets up at 8pm to the time he falls asleep at noon the next day.
Things I Have Dealt With Today:
-Waking up late, thus waking Aimee up late and rushing everyone out the door into the freshly fallen 5" or so of snow.
-Cat vomit on bed.
-Twenty minutes of screaming toddler, culminating in a TV unplugged as punishment and the hilarious ending of conflict/tantrum with said toddler muttering "But...I don't...need a nap...anymore..." as she drifted off to much-needed nappage.
-Toddler awakening and dragging a chair across the living room and putting her Batman doll in a bowl next to the front door in the space of time it took me to put a load of laundry in the machine.
-Somebody so desperate to shovel my walk for $5 that they wandered into my backyard (notably bereft of a walk to shovel) to peek in the windows to see if anyone was home before nerving himself to knock on the front door and ask if I wanted my walk shoveled. I told him "no, thanks, I will take care of it myself with the shovel sitting next to the front door in plain sight and if you walk in my backyard again I may kill you dead and feed you to my beagle."
Things I Have Not Dealt With Today:
-Someone...anyone...calling and saying "We got your application and resume and we would like to proclaim you our king."
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juliana (and any other Minnesotans): hog pile or dog pile? Also, is it duck, duck, goose?