Oh, CVS pharmacy. If you're gonna lie about when the order was scheduled to be ready, please don't look at your watch to blatantly chose a time in the near future. There's a screen right in front of you. Take some craftmanship-like pride in your lies.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Question about dealing with my advisor: He hasn't written his letter of recommendation for me. Neither has the other professor in my department who said he would. (The professor at another school did submit his, though.) Both of the professors who haven't submitted the recommendations yet had promised that they'd get them in by Thanksgiving. At this point, is there anything I can do? At least one job that I applied for rejected me because my application wasn't complete. I'm not going to be back in DC to talk to them about this in person until at least the end of the week, since I'm having this wisdom tooth removed on Tuesday.
Hil, e-mail them both and let them know about the rejection for the incomplete application, and then follow up with them in person when you get home. They are both being awfully unprofessional.
Tea: I remember now why I used to hate Sunday mornings. Mom and Stepdad are completely incapable of just quietly reading the paper on Sunday, even for an hour.
Well, Jesus probably didn't want to be a soldier all that much, really.
IRL, sounds a lot like Israel needed an excuse to get rid of a bunch of prisoners.
I'll email them later today. Right now, I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to phrase anything professionally.
ION, my dad is watching some sort of history of comedy thing on The History Channel, and someone just spent nearly a full minute explaining why "Take my wife. Please." is funny.
Stern note to my body. Body, deciding to stop working for a day on the day before my dissertation is due is not an appropriate thing to do. Got that? OK.
ION, my dad is watching some sort of history of comedy thing on The History Channel, and someone just spent nearly a full minute explaining why "Take my wife. Please." is funny.
Huh. I would have thought it would take a lot longer than a minute to explain that one. But then again, you did say explain, not prove.
Yesterdays's wind put all the leaves in a neat pile next to the green bin. Despite the fact that this chore is easier then it was going to be yesterday, i still am not doing it.