They're having the "We're different in LA. We're used to celebrities. They're just like normal people. Here are the ones we've met:" conversation in the cube next to me.
How annoying!
I always feel idiotically lame and starstruck around anyone I've met of any fame or note whatsoever. Actor, writer, musician, artist, it doesn't matter, I'm an equal opportunity goober.
Excuse me, but does anyone have a crowbar they could loan me so I can pry my lazy ass up and get some work done? A cattle prod might also work.
I seem to have lost my motivation to clean the shower. If you can find it, it's all yours.
The problem with having to account for my time in 15 minute increments is that even when I am NOT bullshitting my time away on the internet, it's STILL hard to figure out what I've been doing and what codes to use to account for my time!
I think your motivation to clean the shower and my motivation to grade essays have run away to Aruba.
Oh, thank goodness I can finally leave now.
10 til 5 on Friday at end of month and one of the systems for reporting has gone down. Fun times in IT.
I, too, am out of energy and ambition. At least I get to sit on the patio and listen to the birds while I'm (not) doing it.
He can start by walking all their fat little dogs!
OMG! They're so fat and cute I wouldn't want them any other way, though!
fucking hell.
I just got a call today saying I'm supposed to report to my new school (School Z), the one I'm working at in the fall, on Monday. Even though the principal at school A told me I was supposed to come back to her school on monday and I left stuff there and I am mid project.
Sigh.
Clusterfuck.