Haha, absolutely.

The tagline is actually a quote from Fringe, but it's still valid. What nine-year-old DOESN'T want to grow up to be a dinosaur?

I spent several months working receptionist temp jobs in DC in 1994-1995, and boy are you taking me back, zuisa! For one thing, this was before the internet. At best I could expect to play computer solitaire; sometimes I had no computer at all, and once I had a typewriter for 2 weeks. In many, many cases I barely had anything to do, and phones never rang. I packed books and read, and studied classical Greek, and typed letters and postcards to people.

I really want to have to stop putting the A/C on. Come on, fall.

Seriously!

studied classical Greek

This sounds awesome.

I'm SO lucky there's internet, even if the computer is basically useless otherwise. I really should write something or study something. It'd be a much better use of my time.

Very lucky there's internet! I was temping right after college and a lot of places had blocked the web...and some had even blocked solitaire! Sad.

I really want to have to stop putting the A/C on. Come on, fall.

Hah--I was just thinking last night that I really should take the fan out of my window, because it's too cold here now (a week after our very brief "summer")

I had a temp job that was scheduled for 2 days but the work itself took 3 hours to accomplish. Unfortunately, the guy who had ordered the job admitted he had no clue how long it was supposed to take and was not willing to have me sitting doing nothing for a day and a half.

The work involved typing a report from ten minutes of dictation. The guy must have only had experience with people who typed 20 words a minute or something. He got someone who, at the time, was typing 103 WPM and had spent the previous eight years doing transcripts of recorded TV and radio shows. The only reason it took me three hours was because I left a word out of the letter and I was working on an ancient Selectric instead of a word processor.

The brow thing? You did.

I am evidently overly irritated. My brows, however, look faboo. More tended than I ideally want (I want them to look like they grew perfect, see), but the shape is a good shape, and the weight is a good weight, and somehow they look darker now than before. Much better than when I had them done (also cheaply) last time (in January, because I'm not good at being a girl).

My brows, however, look faboo.

I need to have it done at some point. But I'm scared of the pain.

I have RuPaul's Drag Race on, and it occurs to me a new version of The Match Game would be hysterical.

I decided to attempt to do something productive, so I am on math.com trying to teach myself basic algebra and my brain is already crying.

Zuisa, try Khan Academy. [link]