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::
These girls have the most beautiful dresses. And so do I -- how about that?
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
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JZ - Mar 13, 2008 6:25:51 am PDT #9743 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
sj - Mar 13, 2008 6:27:18 am PDT #9744 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
My plans for the day include going to the zoo with my nephew and attempting to hug him as much as humanly possible.
Miracleman - Mar 13, 2008 6:28:23 am PDT #9745 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
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.
Miracleman - Mar 13, 2008 6:30:41 am PDT #9746 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
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?
vw bug - Mar 13, 2008 6:32:23 am PDT #9747 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
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!
amych - Mar 13, 2008 6:33:59 am PDT #9748 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
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.
Jessica - Mar 13, 2008 6:34:19 am PDT #9749 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
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.]
Pix - Mar 13, 2008 6:36:49 am PDT #9750 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Plans are good, as is ibuprofen. I'm very sorry to hear about the Great Pants Rebellion of Aught 8.
I have hit stare-blanky-at-wall levels of tired. I need to seek coffee STAT.
hippocampus - Mar 13, 2008 6:43:21 am PDT #9751 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Emeline has decided she does not like pants. She screamed and whined for a half hour this morning about her severe dislike of pants.
... and tomorrow, it could be severe dislike of the color orange. because, you know - toddler.
seriously. in our house this morning, it was the fact that the bagel was cut in pieces.
also strange night last night - sprog woke several times with nightmares (possibly related to last night's "hitting people is not good" discussion), and then the power went out at least on our block if not everywhere, and then this morning, DH's alarm did manage to go off, but somewhat left of the NPR station so it sounded like a jackhammer session conducted by jimi hendrix, with a few words from Fresh Air thrown in.
WindSparrow - Mar 13, 2008 7:02:43 am PDT #9752 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Sorry for all the sucky mornings y'all are having. Me? I just have knee pain. And a schedule which says I've got to be back at the house where I got clocked in the nose last week. What a life, what a life.