Bono says he screwed up.
Awesome.
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.
Bono says he screwed up.
Awesome.
Okay, never mind. I'm going to kill my supervisor, because he's hanging me out to dry here, and I'm about to crack.
You know, I really wish my loud cow-workers would stop talking about one of their UTI's and yeast infection. I mean, it's fine if she wants to talk about it quietly, but the other people are discussing it when she isn't here!!! Loudly. Coupled with the woman who has now exercised twice and has rock hard abs (do I want to feel them?, Um, no.) and can't stop talking about it to everyone like she should get some sort of medal for her self control, I am about to lose it!!!
I'm going to kill my supervisor, because he's hanging me out to dry here, and I'm about to crack.
Aw, honey. I wish I could do something to help.
Oh, juliana. I'm not sure that even Geeway's pants lacking structural integrity is enough to cheer me up.
oh shrift. Clearly something is wrong. More than usual, I mean.
I'm sick and therefore unable to handle stress well, and I'm getting hammered on all sides with work I don't know how to do, and no one can or will answer my questions on how to do it.
Yay, mr. flea!
I'm about to crack.
I am about to lose it!!!
Ugh, you guys.
Me, I'm just disappointed it's not next Friday my boss is leaving, but the one after that.
Oh, this was a good one: I was sending around possible dates for a meeting. One of them is after she's gone. So she replies that she can make any of the first three times, then sends a second email saying that she won't be here for that last date. Um, yeah, I remember. Oh, her email came with a sad face. So I figure it is the least I can do (the very least!) and reply back with a sad face. She replies slightly gushy about how great it's been to work with me. I swear she is sitting at home today just hoping people will miss her when she's gone.
So, it appears that mr. flea will be offered a job on Monday at 1pm. Go team!
YAY Mr Flea!!!
Where is my darn UPS shipment?? The UPS site says "On truck for delivery" at 7:30AM!! It's now 11AM! Hrmph.
I'm getting hammered on all sides with work I don't know how to do, and no one can or will answer my questions on how to do it.
What happens if you go home sick right now?
What if you take a break for half an hour?