Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
I took a friend to lunch today to celebrate her birthday. We both had salmon stuffed with crab, bay shrimp, and brie. With a big pile of mashed potatoes (with flecks of skin and a few lumps) and broccolini. I'm stuffed. And kind of sleepy.
Oceanaire?
Oh, thank goodness -- I had done my part on a piece of work, but needed someone I don't know to finish it off. It had to be done by the end of the day today, but she's on the west coast, so has three more hours than I do til the end of the day! I just got an email that she did her part, so I can stop angsting about it.
Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.
McCormick & Schmick on K Street. Yum!
I am all set with the day, can we just go home?
I am now Blackberried. I am not so thrilled, honestly.
Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.
Can I adopt this phrase and keep it bundled up all nice and warm and safe in my vest pocket for, say, the rest of this semester?
Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Just Between Us..., a booklet for girls about menstration; published by Beltx Corporation, copyright 1950, 1955, 1961.
To me, it's amazing that the editors of this little booklet allowed the spokesgirl to have freaky swirly eyes -- usually a sign of craziness or dizziness! This is either a stroke of genius or incredibly inappropriate -- I'm not too sure.
Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.
I need to exert my mind-control powers on Pete and suggest this as a tattoo for him.
Can I adopt this phrase and keep it bundled up all nice and warm and safe in my vest pocket for, say, the rest of this semester?
Absolutely!
I will say, by the end of grad school, my group projects code word was "steamroll."
Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.
Lord yes. I spent the morning dithering over something because my reaction to my overreaction was possibly too much of an over-overreaction reaction and then maybe my initial reaction wasn't so much of an overreaction as as reasonable reaction except then... circles. In the end I was noncommittal and someone else overreacted for me.
I just kept talking myself in and out of myself.
I really picked a poor time to start the new job. Things are just falling apart around my ears.