The only way I can reliably wake up it with a clock radio set to the Christian station, slightly off the signal so that I get half preaching and half static, with the volume turned up as loud as it goes and the alarm clock at least several steps away from my bed.
I think I might be getting a sinus infection.
Odd conversation with my officemate today. I spent a while this morning griping about my advisor. Officemate knows my advisor and agrees that he's a dick. Anyway, a few hours later, I'm at the computer working on stuff, and Officemate says, "I really feel like I should apologize for [advisor]." I'm a bit confused and say, "Why? It's not your fault -- you don't have to apologize for anything." And Officemate says, "Yeah, but he's just treating you like such crap, I feel like someone should show you some love." I wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that.
And Officemate says, "Yeah, but he's just treating you like such crap, I feel like someone should show you some love." I wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that.
Just say thanks. And be comforted by the fact that if clueless ofricemate knows that the guy is being a dick, he is REALLY being a dick.
I love the idea of a four foot panda but their apartment is so small
Note: We were also this and yet? Four foot panda what was named OMGWTFPanda. Whom we still have.
Does it have to be human? Does it have to be mine?
This is the line Pete and I quote at each other all the time.
Just say thanks. And be comforted by the fact that if clueless ofricemate knows that the guy is being a dick, he is REALLY being a dick.
I think I just said thanks. It just seemed like an overly personal way of phrasing that.
clueless ofricemate
I read this as 'clueless orificemate.'
The alarm goes off at 8 or 8:15, and I'm out the door by 9:15 - 9:30.
Zoinks, I'm getting to my desk at the time that Jilli's alarm goes off. Or have been at my desk for 15 - 30 minutes.
Getting out of bed is the hardest part, even if I'm not able to get back to sleep. Once I'm actually up, I'm good to go. I'm also the sort of person who needs to jump into a coldish swimming pool, so that I get the shock over with, but it often takes a lot of time to take that plunge.
Does it have to be human? Does it have to be mine?
This is the line Pete and I quote at each other all the time.
So that's another vote for the excessive vamp/ww fiction diagnosis!
eta: Thanks, -t. "there, there" totally made me smile.
Oh, and I finished 98 cover letters. Three more and I'll be done with all the job openings I've found so far.
Ugh Hil. I hate that part of the job search.
Oh, that reminds me. I have a moment right now so I'll go look at your statement.
