Yeah, but you're an amateur fry cook and I come from a long line of fry cooks that don't live past 25.

Buffy ,'Showtime'


Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Fred Pete - Feb 03, 2011 5:45:55 am PST #14720 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.

She laughed and said that the reason that I should be considered an introvert is because I recharge by being alone

That's the Myers-Briggs definition of an introvert. A friend of mine is the opposite -- he considers himself an introvert, but he organizes all the social gatherings of his circle.


Vortex - Feb 03, 2011 5:59:39 am PST #14721 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I always thought that introvert and extrovert had nothing to do with shyness or gregariousness; they only refer to how a person gets energized. Introverts get energized by being alone (while being in groups can drain them), and extroverts get energy from being in groups.

Yep, the definitions have gotten skewed. I just thought it was a funny story.


tommyrot - Feb 03, 2011 6:07:34 am PST #14722 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I think I'm a catrovert - being with people drains my energy, and I recharge by spending time with cats.


Connie Neil - Feb 03, 2011 6:09:03 am PST #14723 of 30000
brillig

I think I'm a catrovert - being with people drains my energy, and I recharge by spending time with cats.

Wrod.

Or a bibliovert.


DCJensen - Feb 03, 2011 6:19:56 am PST #14724 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

I, personally am an idiot.

I went to work yesterday when I should have been resting my back more. It was very painful to walk from my truck to my desk (about two blocks, total), it took me 20 minutes, stopping every 15 ft. It was painful to walk very far at all, even to the bathroom and to lunch.

Ironically, my truck was less than 20 ft from my desk, it's just that we can't go in or out the fire door.

Sitting? OK, mostly, the weight was distributed.

I had to ask a co-worker to go get my truck at the end of the day, as I couldn't bear to think about going the whole distance to it in -8˚F and icy road.

Last night? Pain.

Today? I've called the clinic, they are sending me an note saying not to go back to work until after the 8th, and Trying to fit me into PT.

Fighting my work ethic is one of the hardest things, ever. I feel guilty not going to work, like I'm playing hooky or something.

Problem is, I feel fine until I move around, or lay down, or bend over...


Strix - Feb 03, 2011 6:36:42 am PST #14725 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Daniel, will you feel better about your work ethic when you are in a HOSPITAL BED?!

Lay down, and chillax. Your body needs to heal. YOu have a good work ethic, and your co-workers and boss can wear their big girl panties while it does so.


Fred Pete - Feb 03, 2011 6:46:10 am PST #14726 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.

Daniel, lay down. Prop up your knees. Take a decent painkiller. Have something to drink and some mindless entertainment handy.

If you absolutely have to get up, roll over first so you're on all fours, and then stand up. And pick out a route that gives you the most chances to lean on something.

Continue at least through the weekend. Try sitting up for a while on Monday.

I've had my own bad back for long enough to have a few ideas on the subject.


Scrappy - Feb 03, 2011 6:47:06 am PST #14727 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

What Erin said.


Trudy Booth - Feb 03, 2011 6:50:48 am PST #14728 of 30000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

Here is my day:

After several days in bed, still sick me is back watching the still sick baby who infected me.

She is not interested in napping, just crying. She IS interested in playing with things she should not thereby prompting me to take them from her, thereby prompting her to scream.

The kid is crawling around half asleep. I have put on some nick jr show with weird spiders, one of whom is sort of english. Soon I'll pick her up and attempt* nappage once again.

Darling neice, I love you. I beg you, go to sleep. Curl up on me, cover me in snot, pull my hair... but sleep. For your sake, for mine, just sleep.

* typo of the year, I originally typed this as "attack"


lisah - Feb 03, 2011 6:54:35 am PST #14729 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate

Fighting my work ethic is one of the hardest things, ever. I feel guilty not going to work, like I'm playing hooky or something.

Your job right now is to heal your back. Try to think of it that way!