I was at a meeting where, for the second time today, I promised to make a speech at my going-away party. I'd better actually think about what to say!
Willow ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
SUCK IT SUCKERS! I'M OUTTA HERE!
I am making no purchases today.
I talked to my brother last night and he guilted me about my dad's failing health. Thanks, bro. I can't afford to go to Ohio this month because I'm currently choosing between paying for dental work or electricity. Not to mention $16,000 I owe UCLA for Grace's most recent surgery.
Blargh.
I'm not feeling christmassy at all. I'm feeling tired and teary instead.
Also, I am over the Google Doodles. They have them too frequently now and the charm has mostly worn off (Maria Callas today).
I bought some stuff on sale on Kindle: Kate Elliott and Ankaret Wells novels are pretty cheap.
Thus I have contributed to the economy.
Now I should go yank weeds from the yard.
SUCK IT SUCKERS! I'M OUTTA HERE!
Yeah, no.
I'm feeling tired and teary instead.
Me too! I know the one contributes to the other.
I'd better actually think about what to say!
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
I hope ita is well.
One of my new coworkers had boundary issues. Every time I talk or laugh in my cubicle, she asks me what I am saying or what is so funny. Sometimes I am laughing at all y'all. Sometimes it's a bitter, hollow laugh. Or if I am talking to someone else, she wanders over to find out what's up. Not every conversation has to be a group conversation.
Also, she doesn't seem to get the work/not work boundaries. I am friends with people outside work, but it's not always discussed and dissected at work. And she doesn't seem to see the line. It's starting to grate.
It's starting to grate.
I vote that you move to The Netherlands.
I am here to report that shirred eggs (thank you again, Burrell) over Turkey Hash is pretty fucking yummy.
Trudy, you were in my dream last night. I was need a place to live in NYC and prices were CRAZY and then I thought that mac and I would take 2 rooms in your apartment (not even sure if there are 2 extra rooms in your apartment), but that was the plan in my dream. I was handwaving all the animals and people having enough space.
Ha! I actually DO have two bedrooms besides my own. And I'm sure all the pets would get along just fine.