Good grief, the Quality Manager just rejected an ECO because she didn't know what "in-situ" means...nothing wrong with it, just REJECT, with a comment about "what does in-situ mean?" Seriously? I go out of my way to NOT look ignorant to other people as a rule, and rather than just asking one person (or Googling, FFS), she'd rather look like a dope to all of us? So now someone will have to explain to her what it means, then route the entire thing through for signatures all over again, because she couldn't hit Dictionary.com.
I really don't get people...
(And I'm pretty sure my boss is going to handle this one, because we both know that I'd have a really hard time not conveying that paragraph up there by my tone...)
There is something in this room that is piercing my ear drums. It's 7,000 Hz tone, that is spiking the meter. I thought it was ringing in my ears. But the RTA on the phone confirms it. Ouch! make it stop please! eeep. And of course, I have back to back meetings in here for the rest of the afternoon.
Yay, Scrappy!!! That's great news!
Wonderful news, Scrappy!!
(RAYLAN, inside Scrappy's Mom's Lung, lays a bullet on the table, in front of CANCER)
Next one's coming faster.
I've said it before, and I'm saying it again: I always want erika to have my back.
I'd possibly be inclined not even to say you'll need it at that time, but just something like "I'm afraid that won't be possible". That gives her less to engage with, just in case she's the sort who'll try to argue or negotiate with your refusal (which seems possible given that whole "If I can only get it from you for one date" thing). You don't owe her a reason any more than you owe her a corset.
This is true. I'm just trying to decline her request as politely as possible, so my instinct is to go with an explanation, rather than just an unmitigated refusal.
I mean, DAMN. It's not like I really even consider her a friend, per se. She's someone in our circle of acquaintances, and is always friendly and bubbly, but she's not my BFF or anything. I became the default person for plus-size ladies to borrow corsets from, simply because I am fat and own corsets. Not a good enough reason.
There is something in this room that is piercing my ear drums. It's 7,000 Hz tone, that is spiking the meter. I thought it was ringing in my ears.
At least you can measure your pain. I'd still be thinking it was ringing in my ears.
Yay for the news on Scrappy's mom.
Oh, Tep, you don't watch Justified?(You should.)
I could make you think I'm all mysterious and shit.
Raylan saw some guy do that on the Tonight show...always wanted to try it.
Although maybe my favorite Justified moment was when Ava, who's known Raylan the Marshall since junior high, if not before, blows away her wife-beating husband with a shotgun, then tells Raylan what an awesome cleaner Lysol is.
At least you can measure your pain. I'd still be thinking it was ringing in my ears.
Yes! It's handy having iOS devices with various sound tools on it. Not sure what prompted me to look, as usually it is just ringing in my ears. Hmm, maybe I should look more often!
Although maybe my favorite Justified moment was when Ava, who's known Raylan the Marshall since junior high, if not before, blows away her wife-beating husband with a shotgun, then tells Raylan what an awesome cleaner Lysol is.
While flirting with him hardcore!!
Also - I am *finally* over the AB nausea and hungry again, praise Ali Baba and the forty thieves. I'm celebrating by eating dill mashed potatoes with broccoli. My feet still itch, but I'll survive.
