I haven't. I don't think I have the admin skills for that (amongst other necessary skills), or want the admin duties associated with it. I'm not decrepit enough to seek a desk job yet. But I've thought about it.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Goal for today: hydrate enough, eat enough, make some phone calls, not need to sleep all.damned.day. The snot situation seems to be better, but I'm still kinda wobbly. Not sure how much of that is sleep-hangover/water-nutrition deficiency versus just sick.
At least it doesn't feel like my sinuses are going to explode from my forehead any more. Usually those don't give me any problems, but yesterday felt like they were trying to turn me into a klingon.
Awake 3 hours! 2 phone calls made!
Pumpkin is very very needy when I am home and largely prone.
Good luck with the adjustments, TB, I hope it goes smoothly.
Last day of work before vacation! I am excite, as they say on the internet. Although it may be a long one as I try to leave things in decent shape for my backups.
It's probably a sign of how stressy my week has been that I was under the impression that it was Saturday for the first couple of hours today.
Eldaaafer at his retirement home with his goat companions, Google and Yahoo.
In my next life, I would like to be a goat companion to racehorses. I think I would be good at it.
Yes, it seems like a relaxing lifestyle. . . lots of travel but I bet the backsides of all the tracks are rather similar.
Also, I think I may have spelled Eldaaafer with too many a's.
It is possible it should be Eldaafer.
Bonus vowels upon retirement.
I am not sure if I would rather BE a goat companion or HAVE a goat companion.
I have the Enjoli version of the "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan..." song stuck in my head. It is about to drive me insane. Was it a real song as well, or just for Enjoli?
I am also sort of appalled by ho many commercials I still remember from my childhood- Ruinite on Ice, Ernest and Julio Gallo, Paul Masson can sell no wine before its time, "Hey Mikey...he likes it", and on and on and on.