Shir, if it's work that would otherwise not get done at all, they might not mind if it takes forever and/or is more or less slapdash...
Alas, it's work that has to be done. I just wish I could be more useful and productive about this.
Riley ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Shir, if it's work that would otherwise not get done at all, they might not mind if it takes forever and/or is more or less slapdash...
Alas, it's work that has to be done. I just wish I could be more useful and productive about this.
I'm still holding out for a raku or a blue glass bowl sink on a teak slat bench, myself. With shaded turquoise to aquamarine glass tiles up the roll-in shower walls. Except the front, stationary, clear glass wall.
::weeps weakly::
If I had the chance to pick 1 room to design, I'd like to do a bathroom right. Just to get a proper soaking tub and a decent shower.
My Work Nemesis has, once again, sent me an email explicitly requesting that I do her job for her.
I have two of these. Hates!
Note: Making me do her job is unrelated to the illness.
forgive me for asking, as reiterating may just release the rage again, but why do you have to?
Have lost second wind. Brain gone. Sudafed even less effective than DayQuil. Think it was possible that some dudes were trying to flirt with me on the elevator earlier, but I was dizzy and distracted by the Wimbledon news re: Djokovic and Safin.
forgive me for asking, as reiterating may just release the rage again, but why do you have to?
She's not a coworker. I work for a nonprofit and she represents big money.
My boss (the one in the motorcycle accident) has a broken neck. Fractured, actually, so he doesn't need to wear a collar. What's weird is that he had bruises all over his chest and the ER didn't bother to take chest x-rays. So now he went to his doctor, who discovered he has three broken ribs. Oh, and his real doctor gave him pain meds, which the ER didn't do.
We're baffled as to why the ER didn't discover the broken ribs. A similar thing happened to my sister's GF, who broke her back in a car accident - the ER in New London, WI failed to discover this. Instead, a nurse told her she was a big baby (or WTTE) for complaining of back pain.
WTF, ER?
McSweeney's Lit 101 Class in Three Lines or Less: [link]
Paradise Lost
ADAM: Paradise has arbitrary dietary restrictions?
DEVIL: They're really more like guidelines.
GOD: Incorrect.
Yikes!
She's not a coworker. I work for a nonprofit and she represents big money.
ah, say no more.