OK, that's hilarious. But not real, right? I'm scared to put anything in there.
Not real, when you do type something in you get (whitefonted) an answer that says you're #[in the hundreds] in the queue, and that he's away on vacation so you'll just have to wait, but you can keep hitting refresh to see if you've moved up the queue.
eta: xposty with Jesse!
Finding out you are leading a meeting 5 minutes before it starts (and 5 minutes after walking into the office) and having to edit ppt slides and google calendars when you are fairly unfamiliar with both? Not.Fun.
Ugh, sara. I've had that call about a meeting come in while I'm on my way to work, and somehow my "What prep work do I need to do?" question is seen as surprising.
Mmm. I do have to say this brown rice cereal with soy milk is very tasty. It's more palatable than my tea. I want a second bowl of cereal, but I'm scared to taste the hemp milk.
It is a good thing that nobody tried to pull an April Fool's joke on me this morning as I was on the way to the office, because I might have tried to claw someone's face off and not realized what I had done until I got to my cube, drank some coffee, and discovered blood under my fingernails.
Is it the SFPBA (Student/Faculty Puppy-Beaters Association)?
The perspective was much appreciated. Thanks!
Has Google's new collaboration been posted yet? [link]
yes, I'm hard at work. what?
It is a good thing that nobody tried to pull an April Fool's joke on me this morning as I was on the way to the office, because I might have tried to claw someone's face off and not realized what I had done until I got to my cube, drank some coffee, and discovered blood under my fingernails.
shrift, I don't think I've said it before - I admire you violent approach to life. You're an inspiration.
(I'm not sarcastic, don't kill me).
Hi, Shir! I'm probably not going to kill you! I think I shall exercise my violent tendencies by KILLING MY SUPERVISOR.
Who seems to think IT IS APPROPRIATE to send TEST MESSAGES to my INBOX because I didn't RESPOND TO A MESSAGE YESTERDAY because I WAS WAITING FOR HIM TO GET BACK FROM FRICKING VACATION to tell me if I was GODDAMNED AUTHORIZED to run the MOTHERFUCKING REPORT.
Also, the building is making strange groaning noises. I mean, sometimes the floor shakes, but this sounds like someone's drilling for oil or something.
Maybe the building resents your supervisor.