When you add in the responsibility to carry things? Forget it.
But she's cute! I'd rather have her on the phone than this developer, let me say that up front.
A year and a half ago, I could have eviscerated him with my thoughts. Now I can barely hurt his feelings. Things used to be so much simpler.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
§ ita § - Jun 21, 2012 6:25:11 am PDT #10633 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Polter-Cow - Jun 21, 2012 6:29:33 am PDT #10634 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Daaaaamn, our company stock jumped $20 overnight. If only I knew how to manage all my various forms of company stock. I even bought a couple books recommended here, and I still don't know when I'm supposed to sell everything! It's not like I need the money immediately, but...damn.
§ ita § - Jun 21, 2012 6:30:38 am PDT #10635 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm going to do muffin recon.
le nubian - Jun 21, 2012 6:34:49 am PDT #10636 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
Kat,
the thing is: I am still her advocate. I want her to finish really really badly. there is no other person I have wanted to see finish as badly as this. I will probably have a "come to Jesus" (as my friend calls it) meeting with her after the defense and outline for her what she needs to do to complete this degree.
Kat - Jun 21, 2012 6:38:28 am PDT #10637 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
well she talks as much as the developer?
So I'm still thinking of a Night Circus birthday party with Fred Steak, zebra pasta, caramel corn, chocolate mice and a big giant black and white cake with raspberry filling.
Kat - Jun 21, 2012 6:39:05 am PDT #10638 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Yeah, I get that. I have students that kill me with their academic self-destruction.
Consuela - Jun 21, 2012 6:41:28 am PDT #10639 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
So I'm back at the office and I have a 9AM conference call with this bureaucrat. I have to remember to play nice and not come over all T-Rex on them.
And there was a huge box of homemade coffee cake in the break room, and now I feel bloated and gross. Bad idea.
msbelle - Jun 21, 2012 6:42:05 am PDT #10640 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
So I'm still thinking of a Night Circus birthday party with Fred Steak, zebra pasta, caramel corn, chocolate mice and a big giant black and white cake with raspberry filling.
reading that makes me tired. I don't remember the last time cooked and baked for a meal, much less a party.
Amy - Jun 21, 2012 6:48:36 am PDT #10641 of 30001
Because books.
Yesterday she took one thing and put it in a box then stacked that box on top of all the other boxes. Lather rinse repeat.
See, I know this sucks when it's your kid and you have to actually pack and move, but my ovaries are groaning, "I MISS THAT AGE SO MUCH."
§ ita § - Jun 21, 2012 6:59:36 am PDT #10642 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
well she talks as much as the developer?
But at least she has a note from her doctor, and is cutie patootie to boot. And she's volunteering herself for tasks.
And, thank god: the developer sent an "I can't do this!" note to me and her manager, which means it's both escalated and I'm in the loop and I get to respond to "let's break this down into discrete chunks and ask every possible question". Management needs to chime in with their extra special expert answers, but I'm on the record now.
ALSO, muffin recon was successful! The normal cafe was still out, but their sister restaurant across the way had gotten their shipment for some reason. So I've made myself new tea, and am starting the morning again.
If only I had more Flexeril...