I am here. I am thinking of re-caffeinating since the first one clearly didn't take. Dillo has the ick and spent most of the night rolling about crying and feeling sorry for himself, coughing, and wiping snot all over me, the bed, and his hair.
I am also thinking deep thoughts about youth soccer. Such is the life of a parent.
Some guy: "Please add these documents to this website."
Me: "Do these documents need to be added to Section A or Section B?"
Some guy: "Yes please."
Me: "..."
I'm here. I'm still sick. And I am nursing a new obsession with Gossip Girl, which is rather annoying, yet, predictable. So now I am reading not particularly good fanfic.
Some guy: "Yes please."
say ok. load them in random directory.
"Oh? you wanted them linked in somewhere?"
Note to self: Do not mention the migraine fairy. It only makes her remember you, with a vengeance.
Oh, hon. That silly fairy needs to be bombed. Just quietly and without a flash of light.
Am at work.
Blech.
say ok. load them in random directory.
"Oh? you wanted them linked in somewhere?"
One sentence! He couldn't read one sentence? I know it's early on Monday, but ONE SENTENCE. With an OR in the middle.
I would be in favor of this plan, Suzi.
Poor people at work.
Yep. At work. Luckily the office is pretty empty. I may actually get something done today.
I got in at 9:15. Neither of my bosses are here. I have nothing to do. I emailed a client to see if he was in, 'cuz he should have some stuff for me soon.
so quiet....