Did you not get any sleep, Zen? I'm sorry; I know how miserable that is. Can you call in?
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Just woke up, at 11:30. Yeah, work seems unlikely.
{{{Zen}}} Hope you're on the mend soon.
So, I realized that I never did Thank You notes after my interviews. First I panicked, then I realized that I was contacted by an internal company recruiter and don't have contact info for any of the people I interviewed with. I'm not even sure it'd be worth doing to send a single emailed Thank You to the recruiter to thank the 8 people I interviewed with. Am I wrong? Is it too late anyway (my interviews were Monday)? Ack!
ETA: I went ahead and did one nice email to the recruiter addressing her and the 2 million people who interviewed me. I figured I just needed to get something over there sooner rather than later. Here's hoping it was enough.
Those people who believe in colon cleansing really should try radiation.
You can see my pixels, right?
I'm feeling a bit invisible.
Oh, Ginger, sorry for the simul-post.
How are you feeling?
Tomorrow's my last treatment, so my intestines should start behaving in a couple of days. It's been hard to get anything done while thinking about the direct line to the bathroom.
Ugh. I can't imagine what that must feel like.
Last treatment? That is good news, right?
I hope it goes well and is so successful, the ugly intestinal ick will almost seem worth it.
Yuck, Ginger. I hope that the radiation is kicking bad cell ass. I'm sorry about the ridiculously distracting side effects.
Hi bonny! I would chat, but I was at my office working at 5:15 this morning and am well spent at this point. The pillow is calling.
Yeah. I need to go to bed too. But thanks for waving back, Laura.