I got my two denim skirts off ebay. It's a marvel they worked out so well.
I feel I should have them in all lengths. One shorter, too short for work, one to the knees, and one granny length, at the very least. I like skirts in all lengths.
I just like clothes. I need a new closet.
I just like clothes. I need a new closet.
Me, too. And yet I just looked at everything I have and thought, There is nothing I want to wear here. Which includes a couple shirts I bought just two weeks ago.
I'm wearing a sundress with criss-crossed straps in back, which I just realized almost perfectly frame one of my tattoos.
Ooh, nice.
I'm wearing this dress. [link] It's probably the first time I've worn a dress to work in a year. Dunno why.
(Picture is from my scary ass training session last week - full day training for 60-some people none of whose first language is english. Oy.)
I am so glad Tino is still Tino. It would break my heart a little if he weren't. He's so special.
I also suspect that he is Hil's adviser.
You know, if someone's unreachable by phone or e-mail, you can just corner them in person. A little pain infliction might straighten out the situation.
Right now I can't stop crying, I'm so nauseated I feel like I might vomit, and I've got a nasty headache.
I think I'm going home.
Go home, smonster. I'm sorry you're having such a crappy day.
if someone's unreachable by phone or e-mail, you can just corner them in person
It's a theory, if you all work in one location and you have the latitude to go find them. I don't always have that latitude.
Ugh, smonster. I hope you feel better.
Oh, smonster. I hope you feel better.