Bail on the picnic, ita. If anyone asks why you weren't there, you couldn't find it.
What would you do for free? Well you must find out what it is and quit your job so you can do it.
Oh, I see, I did that in the wrong order. I did the quitting part, but I seem to have fallen down on the finding out what I'd do for free part. Actually, there are a lot of things I'm willing to do for free as long as I don't have to do them very well. Or very often. Or with any sort of accountability.
It's nice that that sort of approach works out for some people.
I might do
some
of this for free. But certainly not 40+ hours of it a week. Not a chance.
Especially not this forty page "interim final rule" I just printed out.
I am so skipping this picnic. Or maybe showing up for ten minutes. This
hurts.
Two incidents of note:
1. K bought a new car (elantra touring -- with seat warmers!)
2. There was a dying (though not quite dead) rat blocking our front door when I got back from the dealership.
Do you think they are related?
My bum is hurting from doing the stairs.
That's not related to the car or the rat.
Wow. I think most everyone (though not the coworkers closest to me) has left for the picnic. Place is suddenly very hushed.
Do you think they are related?
God, I hope not. "Rat with purchase" is not a good deal.
Earlier I saw a picture of a rat killed in Brooklyn that was seriously the size of a rabbit.
It was indeed a Rodent Of Unusual Size.
I don't think they exist.
It is somewhat inconceivable.
AUGH, bastards took a prescription refill over the phone and then sent out a letter on AUGUST 19, which just arrived today, saying they can't refill the prescription because it doesn't meet requirements. What requirements? They don't say.
It's a good thing this isn't a drug I need to survive. (That's not sarcasm, fortunately.)
Maybe you need to get the prescription written by your local tea party representative instead of your doctor?