figuring out how to cut open the stomach.
Use steel. Not bronze or iron.
Xander ,'End of Days'
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figuring out how to cut open the stomach.
Use steel. Not bronze or iron.
Good plan, jz!
Use steel. Not bronze or iron.
I love how you tie things together. Also loved: the word "chyme".
My plan for today involved working through this *terrific* headache I've got for no apparent reason.
No apparent reason wouldn't happen to be three feet tall and violently trouser-averse, would it?
::stuffs ibuprofen through the interpipes::
My plans for the day include going to the zoo with my nephew and attempting to hug him as much as humanly possible.
No apparent reason wouldn't happen to be three feet tall and violently trouser-averse, would it?
I think she planted the seeds of the headache, yes.
I love my daughter. I really do.
That is why she is still alive. That is the only reason why she is still alive.
Also, odd possibly awkward moment.
Phone rings.
Me: Thank you for calling [Company}, this is Joe, how can I help you?
Caller: Is [my Supervisor] available?
Me: May I tell her who's calling?
Caller: Yes, it's Julie from [my Temp Service].
Julie's the person I dealt with for this assignment. I shouldn't be concerned, right?
Julie's the person I dealt with for this assignment. I shouldn't be concerned, right?
Nope. Your supervisor has been so impressed with your work that they want to hire someone else from the temp service as well!
I shouldn't be concerned, right?
I wouldn't be too worried -- agencies call to check in on how things are going without any particular incident. I suspect that Supervisor calling Temp Service would be a more immediate sign of trouble.
I wouldn't worry - your company is Julie's client, so she's going to be the one sending them temps. Doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you. [Or what Amych said.]