It was a 3.5 off the coast of Santa Monica. I doubt there were any injuries.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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So you're all shook up? t /Elvis
Not enough coffee in the world, so:
I, Shir Lastname, hereby vow that I will get to bed before 23:30pm today.
(one more important email to write to a lecturer which will require an hour's research, and then I'm gone. But I'd really, really, really like to sleep now).
Slept thru that earthquake. Shocking.
Shir, I hope you got some sleep.
Ion, I am extra filled with gronk.
It sucks when you realize that even though you love your workplace and all of the people you work with but are totally pants at your actual job. And not the job specifically, but any job that requires you to be chained to a desk.
My name is Aimee and I am total pants at desk jobs..
Nice thing to realize TWENTY YEARS into your working life.
I'm with you, Aims. Even though I'm not currently chained to a desk.
At least I am in school to not have a desk job. I'm thankful as hell for that.
BUT! Things I am good at: My Girl Scout troop! I wrote letters yesterday to various governmental people asking for flags and my State Rep emailed me back today - my Michigan flag will be in the mail tomorrow!!!
I hate being chained to a desk. I was miserable working in an office. Telecommuting has saved my sanity. Now I work from my living room couch, with the tv on or the windows open and the cats hanging out in my space.
There's no subsidized cafeteria, though. No free lunch, indeed.
I have no problem what so ever being chained to a desk, as long as the work doesn't require too much F2F/phone contact with other human beings.
In other words, anything but customer service, please.
it's one of those high-estrogen days. I can tell, because I am filled with RAGE. Or ANNOYANCE, anyway. Rage that can't be arsed to yell.