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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yay 4 day work week.
So the stress at work of thinking my boss knows something is still here. do not like. am just going to try to keep my head down and crank through paperwork. I should probably start seriously cleaning out my desk also, we move office in a month.
Crap! 4 day work week! All the work, one less day to do it in!
Crap! 4 day work week! All the work, one less day to do it in!
You greatly overestimate civil servants. Or at least this one.
Monday was a vacation day that I needed to use or lose.
The gronk is mighty and thick.
Amen, sistah. I woke up late, got on the road late, but within tolerable limits if traffic is okay, which NSM. I got to school late, but nice teachers across the hall took my kids when I called frantically from the road.
My brain is stuffed full of gronk. But at least I didn't get woken up by an earthquake.
Arrived at work to a bunch of panicky emails from our biggest client. But my boss, who currently is at our client's London office, had already fixed things. Hooray for London currently being five hours ahead!
Hooray for London currently being five hours ahead!
It's currently four hours.
It's currently four hours.
Not in Tommyrot's time zone.
Now I'm imagining all the Buffistas with big clocks set around their room labeled Chicago, Tel Aviv, Paris, London, Tokyo.
Oh, right.
I envy Drew his ability to wake up, mutter "earthquake," and fall back asleep. Also, I apparently cricked my neck when the bed jumped, and it hurts. And I have to get up in 90 minutes. And yes, I would like some cheese with my whine. Being woken up on little sleep makes me 3.
The couple we have had since my move made me nauseated for most of the next day.
plaid is not red, but it doesn't matter anyway
I'm just really curious as to what that means.
This was one of many things the defense threw into her closing (having presented no defense). She kept harping on the fact that the only 911 call to describe the defendent mentioned a plaid shirt but (duh, duh, duh) the defendent was arrested wearing a red sweatshirt. Of course, he had left the scene, and then come back and hid from the police on a construction site, and the prosecution had three eyewitnesses IDing the defendent, but plaid's not red you must acquit!
Her basic argument was, they caught the wrong guy (here's 50 million bizarre reasons why), but, by the way, he wasn't driving under the influence.
Sadly, even after we had decided that he was the driver and he was guilty of DUI and intimidating witnesses, one older woman would periodically say things like, what about the plaid? what about the keys?