Timelies all!
Got a good number of trick-or-treaters here. Still have some candy left. (Of course, the candy I have the most left of, despite trying very hard to give it away, is one I do not like at all.)
Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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Timelies all!
Got a good number of trick-or-treaters here. Still have some candy left. (Of course, the candy I have the most left of, despite trying very hard to give it away, is one I do not like at all.)
If I need assistance in another language, my language options are Spanish, Tagalog, Chinese, and Navajo.
That's....what, really?
Actually got rid of all my candy save some for MSBELLE and my neighbor's kids. All in 45 minutes. They travelled in large groups. And they remembered me from last year!
Got my car, but still practically running on fumes. Neighbor drove to PA to get gas for where he works.
So my dilemma is: say fuck it, I'm not going into work until the gas situation resolves a bit and I can get a full tank, which could be a week from now and I'm back to relying on nosy heckling neighbor, or crash at boss's house, abandoning cats or sticking them in her basement, but having to hang with My BOSS 24/7 until gas sitch is resolved. Heated house, laundry, no personal space or free kitties or meat. God, I just want my own space. Being forced to socialize Roth neighbor, wife, and kids was exhausting. Bitch bitch, whine whine, I'm fortunate that this is my problem.
Also, I can see my breath.
I'd say fuck it, no work until you can get gas.
Remind me where you live. maybe we can rally some resources for you.
Oh bless, msbelle, I'm in somerset county, bernardsville, nj.
I think at the least I'll text out so I can find that mile long wait in Berkeley heights --oh, crap, I don't have enough gas for that.
I've had a bunch of superheroes, a Spanish dancer who protested when I mentioned Flamenco, and a very cute Batgirl.
And every single time the doorbell rings the dogs go to the door. But the black kids are almost always afraid of the dogs, even the very cute Golden Retriever. Sigh. (Okay yes, I call her the Demon, but she doesn't look demonic.)
I hope there will be some Twix left for me at the end of the night, it's still early.
All our execs had candy baskets outside their offices, but I don't work on the exec floor, so I didn't know until I was heading upstairs for my unhealthy vending machine journey...luckily I stopped to jaw with the business users (I don't think they like me much right now...am sad...) but at least they told me about the mini Twix. The biscuits in them are good enough that I don't mind the bleh chocolate, and the Halloween sizes are perfect with a cup of tea.
I'm always surprised when people seem to actually work at making life more difficult. And yet - it happens a lot. Today we came back from two extra days out of the office with an annual conference next week; I had someone - one of six giving me input on a specific project (a four-page program) - who, rather than just tell me what was needed stood over me and dithered about how to give me the information. grrrr
CJ went to school today with a cardboard sign hanging around his neck. It said " Nudist On Strike". Even the principal had a laugh. There is a pic on FB.