It IS Friday!
I'd gamble I'm not going anywhere through Sunday.
Liese, FTR, I'm not seeing your actual apostrophes, just the code...
Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.
Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
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.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2010 3:42:09 am PST #3442 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Cashmere - Jan 22, 2010 4:03:21 am PST #3443 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Evidence. It's pretty cute I have to say.
CUTE!
I'm so glad it's Friday, even though I have stuff to do and a board meeting tomorrow.
msbelle - Jan 22, 2010 4:17:16 am PST #3444 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Did anyone watch The Deep End last night?
Today is supposed to be a clean up the office daya t work, preparing for our move in April. We have giant bins for paper trash and for shredding. Except, almost no one seems to actually be going through their desks. I foresee my day wrangling people. ugh.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2010 4:21:43 am PST #3445 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I have to say, I appreciated our official Clean Up Day at work -- no meetings were to be scheduled, you could wear jeans, they put out cleaning supplies, etc. People really did go through and get rid of a lot of crap. I'm pretty sure it originally started as a search for a missing important document, but still.
Kat - Jan 22, 2010 4:23:42 am PST #3446 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
We have a Clean Up Day, called Pupil Free Day, between terms. Last year, I spent the whole day scrubbing my floor. This year, not so much.
billytea - Jan 22, 2010 4:29:37 am PST #3447 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
It IS Friday!
Speak for yourself. I appear to have reached Saturday, here.
I should probably go to bed.
Kat - Jan 22, 2010 4:32:20 am PST #3448 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Oh frabjuous joy! May this week end with lightness and ease and me Getting Shit Done.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2010 4:38:46 am PST #3449 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Speak for yourself. I appear to have reached Saturday, here.
Hmph. Crazy future-poster.
§ ita § - Jan 22, 2010 4:41:51 am PST #3450 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
New Guy is older--late 40s, early 50s, maybe? That sort of entitled.
My boss knows I work shorter hours on Friday to keep my total down to 40. And even then, I work more than 40. But I'm already clocking out at around 2 today, if I come in at 9.
And the headache has been kicking my ass so badly this week I just need to start out slowly. So New Guy can take his delusions and do what he will with them--I'm perfectly happy to also tell boss I'll be late.
smonster - Jan 22, 2010 4:49:29 am PST #3451 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Cutie sleepyhead pictures.
Man, I will own up to having chronic lateness issues, and all around not being the world's best employee, but New Guy continues to astound me.