People are driving me nuts. I spend a good 10 hours prepping a spreadsheet listing when requests will be handled, in meetings putting a date to each request and reviewing the dates, and then revising the spreadsheet after those meetings.
Why then do people just decide to change the dates on their own? Why am I doing all this work if people are just going to ignore what we agreed on?
Not!! I love them as friends.
Part of me really wants to see the big girl geek score the Adonis, though. Well, as long as he's not with
Salli Richardson Whitfield's
character, I'mma call it a win.
How you feeling, ita?
Like CRAP. I'm in the there's-nothing-comfortable stage of everything, and sitting like there's a tentpole stuck up my behind and swivelling like a freak. Typing and looking at the keyboard are starting to hurt.
::whine::
msbelle, we're members of Angie's List -- do you need me to look something up?
Ada Lovelace Day T-shirts!
Dude, that is AWESOME. Somewhere there are comic strips of Ada Lovelace and Charles Babbage fighting crime, and they ROCK.
Like CRAP. I'm in the there's-nothing-comfortable stage of everything, and sitting like there's a tentpole stuck up my behind and swivelling like a freak. Typing and looking at the keyboard are starting to hurt.
Booo.
Part of me really wants to see the big girl geek score the Adonis, though.
Conceptually? Absolutely. For those two individuals? Nah.
It gets better! He leaves.
I know. Drives off into the sunset and all. And is replaced by the eminently awesome David Rossi/Joe Mantegna.
I meant to say last night that I also loved the Frankie M. ep, but blood makes me hide behind my laptop screen.
That was a fabulous episode.
Steph - just wanted to know if you liked it. Have you found it to be worth the $$?
Part of me really wants to see the big girl geek score the Adonis, though.
Amen. And he told her that he loved her! (Penelope) I got a little teary.
The IKEA furniture name for Sue? Su.
So disappointing.
Sue, I know! Mine was Ammii. Wow.
I'm doing the old-school recluse author thing this weekend and checking into a cheap hotel. With a bottle of wine and everything. Whoo. I feel all Hemingwayesque.
I'm leaving my shotgun at home, though.