I gave a dollar to a panhandler at the grocery store a couple of weeks ago. I don't normally give anything to them, but it was early in the morning, I had the dollar in my pocket, and for once I got a twinge of "Give it to him" instead of the usual "Oh, gosh, there's another one." I don't know what he did with it, maybe it went to booze and cigarettes, but if it made his life a little easier, I'm good with it.
Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
I bought an Air Force guy dinner a few days back. Oh, and I gave my maintenance guy some cookies.
Today sucks eggs. Rotten stinky eggs.
Today sucks eggs. Rotten stinky eggs.
Sing it.
I, umm.
Damn. I've got nuthin'!
Do you have any TJ cookies left, Suzi? Would they help?
eta: and I am sorry about the sucky day, of course.
Wow, we have a new co-worker and she seems totally cool and competent! And she likes to go drink beer.
I'm astonished, frankly.
Fuucccckkkkkk. I have a thing due by "COB." There's a huge section I need from someone else. A third person is also waiting on it to finish another large section. When has it been promised to us? 4pm. That is not enough time!!
I brought brownies to work today.
Whoever wrote this headline is a dick. [link] The article itself is lovely.
The number of writers who understand risk and what constitutes an effective study appears to be -1. It's annoying and possibly life-threatening in articles about cancer.
I always felt uneasy with enforced gifts to people further down the hierarchy. My feeling was that if the supervisor wants to give a Christmas bonus to the cleaning staff, he should just give a damn bonus. In several places, we gave cookies or presents to other departments we worked with. These were often departments that had just disappeared with the layouts or put another job on the press when ours was scheduled. There was a temptation to give poison cookies. Also, the men in the department always seemed to be exempt from baking. It one point, the women in the offered the men instructions for buying cookies and recommended they get a can of sweetened condensed milk and follow the magic cookies recipe on the pack. There may have been someone yelling, "You can't measure and dump ingredients?" It may have been me.
The closest to a random act of kindness recently was helping a woman in the grocery store figure out what the "pumpkin puree" in her recipe was.
There may have been someone yelling, "You can't measure and dump ingredients?" It may have been me.
Love this.