Er...I should probably mention that the majority of my classmates at that school were spoiled brats and by senior year I was quite happy to have no real friends.
But you're awesome! And if Em turns out to be even a smidge as awesome, WIN!
who'm I kidding? Like we could ever afford it. I'm getting depressed at the idea of schools after kindergarten.
Gray is pretty common, but stripes, not so much. You could get patches like these: [link]
My minion really doesn't think I can hear her, apparently. Yesterday, I finally mentioned to her that she should be conscious of what's going on around her if she's on a personal phone call. My boss has mentioned it to me several times that minion always seems to be on a personal call. (Note: I overhear boss on a personal phone call at least once a day...) So I tried to be explicit, telling minion that it's not an issue for me, because I know she gets her work done, but she should be aware when other people are around. She said something about office politics, and I said absolutely -- this is about appearances, not reality. I pointed out that I could be at my desk emailing friends all day (heh), but no one would ever know, so if my performance is fine, it's fine.
So I just heard her on the phone saying to someone, "Didn't I tell you I can't get calls here anymore???"
Oh, minion.
It's really startling to tear open an orange and discover that it's actually a blood orange. I did not expect to see bright red liquid spurting at that particular moment.
So I just heard her on the phone saying to someone, "Didn't I tell you I can't get calls here anymore???"
Maybe she thought the easiest way to deal with the problem is to tell this person not to call her at work?
So today I manage to leave the house without my bus pass or my lunch, but dammit, I had pie.
Maybe she thought the easiest way to deal with the problem is to tell this person not to call her at work?
Apparently. Which is fine, of course! I don't know why she can't email like a normal person... Who talks on the phone??
It's really startling to tear open an orange and discover that it's actually a blood orange. I did not expect to see bright red liquid spurting at that particular moment.
Oh, I've done this! It's freaky.
My mother is apparently on a bender. She's been gone for two weeks and didn't tell Dad where she was going. She's at a casino in Iowa, running low on insulin and about to have her Discover card cut off.
Feh. I don't know why he doesn't pack her bags and have them waiting for her on the porch when she gets back.
And I complain about my mother sometimes... ugh.