Best of luck with the eye procedure, Typo. I'd say, bring the noms if you have them on hand because you can always say, "I had a bunch of these, more than I can eat on my own, so I thought I'd share them." I'm not sure I'd go to extra trouble to make some special for the office staff.
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
I think cookies or something that aren't to be eaten so immediately might be a better idea? Not that I would ever turn down samosas.
Good luck with the surgery. If you know the staff, and are friendly with them, bring the munchies.
omnis, close but wrong 80s cartoon. More like this: [link]Ha! I didn't watch He-Man, I thought he was corny. Either way, I hope you channel whatever you need to roar back to the top.
Best surgery -ma!
surgery~ma, Typo.
Argh. I've got a million things to do this week, and new stuff keeps getting added. I've got to do all my regular teaching stuff, plus write a midterm, plus put together a 50-minute talk for the interview next week, plus answer a couple of essay questions for that interview, plus get a new drivers license, and I'm sure I'm forgetting something. Getting my hair cut had been on the list, but that got dropped off the list because I just don't have time.
Thing I just said to idiot on the internet about the Coke commercial needing to be in English: "Wow. It's gotta be hard to be a white guy in Ohio; there are like, 3 things you can't do in peace and two of them involve a gynecologist."
I less than three you.
I less than three you, too.
Well done, Aims.
Worked nine hours today, got there 10 min early, 25 minute lunch, no breaks, didn't even drink a liter of water and only peed twice all that time (not normal for me, y'all). All my stuff is printed out for my meeting tomorrow evening. I've showered and am in pjs. I made dinner though I didn't feel like it because if I get let go or resign tomorrow, I will REALLY not feel like cooking. It's 8:30 pm and I'm headed to bed. I pretty much don't care what happens now; if I don't get fired, I may end up leaving shortly anyway. I don't have any confidence, really, in my boss' leadership capabilities or my coworkers' ability to appreciate anything outside their narrow focus. So whatevs, yo. Wish me continued zen.
All the zen to you, smonster.