Just call me the computer whisperer.

Willow ,'Lessons'


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meara - Dec 20, 2010 10:31:13 am PST #11364 of 30000

Yes, not carrying a computer for once. Oh, and the checkin lady told me my carryon was too heavy (small enough but) and gave me a bag to put some of it in...and then told me I could only have two bags so could I put my pursething in the bag she gave me. Ridic! I just rearranged when I walked away.

Am waiting for word, hoping I can reschedule and email my bro while I'm still connected.

Daisy, sorry your day is sucking. :(

See teppy? We said go to the doc!


Steph L. - Dec 20, 2010 10:37:30 am PST #11365 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

See teppy? We said go to the doc!

Yeah, my co-worker was all, "I've SEEN how sick you are for THREE weeks! Lungs should NOT HURT!" I am duly chastened.


sumi - Dec 20, 2010 10:38:14 am PST #11366 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!

DJ, I'm so sorry.


DavidS - Dec 20, 2010 10:39:35 am PST #11367 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

wtf?

Ted Nugent told you!

Teppy, was it Chatty Coworker?


sumi - Dec 20, 2010 10:40:35 am PST #11368 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!

meara - yikes!

I hope it works out.

Steph: glad you phoned the doctor.


sumi - Dec 20, 2010 10:40:35 am PST #11369 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!

Oops


Calli - Dec 20, 2010 10:42:49 am PST #11370 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I'm sorry, Daisy, both for your loss and the circumstances compounding it for you.


Barb - Dec 20, 2010 10:48:35 am PST #11371 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”

ION, my co-worker shamed me into calling my doctor, and when I told the receptionist about the hurting lungs and shortness of breath (which I am NOT having right now...or, at least, not as bad as on Saturday), she asked me to hold for a minute. And when she came back she asked if I could come in at 4:45 today, because they were concerned about the shortness of breath.

Wait a minute, Tep—I thought you were going to call anyway this morning? You mean you didn't?

::glares eastward::


Daisy Jane - Dec 20, 2010 10:48:36 am PST #11372 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I kinda floated Wednesday as a possible date to see if there was anything I could do at work, and boss lady tried to be accommodating and said she needed to know ASAP so we could figure out who would cover or if she needed to take that day from her vacation to cover. But that was at 10:30, and I'm getting increasingly panicked "Have you heard anything?" emails, so I've just had to say "fuck it" to making the funeral.


Steph L. - Dec 20, 2010 10:52:20 am PST #11373 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Teppy, was it Chatty Coworker?

It was not Chatty (he's off today).

Wait a minute, Tep—I thought you were going to call anyway this morning? You mean you didn't?

Well, no. Because I figured I was on an upward trajectory of getting better. Just a slow trajectory.