Oh, man, I got distracted by something...shiny? Stupid? Not work?
A free-range refridgerator, perhaps?
I just got this strange image of a floating fridge with lights all over it and a plunger looking thing on the front...
"Re-frig-er-ate...the...Doc-tor..."
But it never hurt and didn't damage anything! (I have a small scar on my eyelid. only noticeable to me.)
Eh, it's okay. I don't wear contacts anyway, because apparently they were
cutting off the oxygen to my eye and causing blood vessels to head for my pupil
(probably not whitefont-needy, but what the heck). Did you maybe think you'd taken it out one day, but really you were just accidentally miming contact-taking-out?
shrift's office people need to learn to leave signs for when they move things. that is just bad move management.
I'm beginning to think that the great refrigerator migration is actually some kind of social experiment.
Dear Customer,
Please refrain from expressing your confusion with excessive question marks. Typing "???????????????????" in your e-mail makes me think that there isn't much activity under your brainpan.
cheers,
shrift
Happy birthday, Tom! May may you soon find an article online about giant robot squid attempting to destroy the earth, but who are foiled by a brave hacker and his hairless cat.
OMFG.
It's National Stupid Day. That's the only explanation for my workday so far.
Dear Universe,
Just because I took yesterday off to stay home with my sick kid does NOT mean I wanted today to be a Monday! Fix it!
No love,
Me.
Happy Birthday, tommyrot!
I slept for 10 hours and I still feel like hell. I don't know how I'm going to muster the energy to shower and get to work much less do stuff on ladders once I get there.
I'm beginning to think that the great refrigerator migration is actually some kind of social experiment.
Maybe, but if new refrigerators start appearing and an equal number of people start disappearing, I think you should consider a new job.
Happy birthday, tommy!
Ugh, gud! Hope you're well recovered now.
I got hit by half an hour of something very terrible yesterday, which gave me horrifying stomach pains and left me weak-kneed, gasping for breath, and dripping through my clothes with cold sweat.
And then done. I was exhausted and napped from 6pm to about 9, but that was it. Doesn't seem to have been the precursor to anything. Or even a main event.
She looks like her own Spitting Image.