Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I was handed a rock and told to bond with it.
I suppose, as we live in a world with consequences, it wouldn't have been the best idea to tell the trainer that your rock was possessed by a demon and was tempting you with avarice, and would it be all right if you left the training to go knock over a bank, because otherwise the rock would grow wrathful and bash itself on any head it could find.
I named my rock Dignity. And then they took it, mixed it up with everyone else's rocks, and told me I'd have to go find it. I never did find Dignity It was lost forever.
Also, according to the text, I may have a toxic attitude. I explained in my letter to management that I researched the trainers, and discovered that they were probably unqualified to visit JPL on a public tour.
I had bullet points and source citations.
The rock is telling me to kill.
I have told everyone in my division about the rock. Now they are calling the training, "Allyson's Rock Class."
AT&T Wireless subscribers. ATT is doing a bit of a dick move and forcing everyone who starts a new account (or decides to change their messaging plan) to have an unlimited messaging plan which is $20 for individuals, $30 a month for family plans. They used to have 3 different messaging plan tiers, then they went to 2, now just 1.
You have until the 21st to get your messaging plan house in order in case you do not want to be forced into unlimited messaging because you need to change.
Beau and I together have $15 a month in messaging and the $30 plan would be a serious increase. Neither he nor I message enough for unlimited to be anywhere near useful.
Skipping way way too much (man, I miss skimming) in order to share this: [link]
And, yeah, more apologies about not even getting the time to English-ize the captions. And even more I-miss-you-guys and I-wish-I-could-follow-more-than-Press-and-Beep-Me-and-bureau-once-more.
I explained in my letter to management that I researched the trainers, and discovered that they were probably unqualified to visit JPL on a public tour.
What kind of sensitive new age fuckery were you meant to glean from this rock bondage class?
If I hadn't bailed before lunch, I would have discovered whether I am an owl, lion, peacock, or lamb.