Is it a work metronome or a home 'nome?
Unless it's a Secret MacGuffin that will avert the apocolypse (again) NOT URGENT.
javachik, that is awesome! You had EuroMinions!
And juliebird, a garden exchange in English! Work-paid flower porn!
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.
Is it a work metronome or a home 'nome?
Unless it's a Secret MacGuffin that will avert the apocolypse (again) NOT URGENT.
javachik, that is awesome! You had EuroMinions!
And juliebird, a garden exchange in English! Work-paid flower porn!
Congrats Java! And Julie I hope the exchange works out.
I would love a job with travel. One of my friends has been going to conferences all over and her pictures are killing me.
Great news, Javachik and Juliebird!
At my job, it looks like I may stop reporting to two different managers soon. They're both nice, competent people, but that's been twice the check-ins and clearing vacation days and juggling priorities and it's been going on for a year. And the one who I'll end up with seems more supportive and in line with my personal work style. Just one more yearly evaluation to get both of them to sign.
Having watched some of the Ylvis videos, I now know what Scandinavian for 'Yankovic' is.
And you know -- what's also funny about the Ylvis Fox song is, the sounds assigned to the fox (as done by the grandfather) -- are not entirely off. Foxes bark, cough, yip, howl, and chatter.
Woke up at 2 coughing. Kept coughing. Started falling asleep again at 6, when the alarm went off. Called it a day.
Good news is that it seems that the coughing fit was the last hurrah of my vacation cold. But I'm taking the day off. Maybe I'll get shit done. After I nap a bit.
Anybody here tried kratom? (Traditional Thai medicine similar to caffeine in effect).
I've never heard of it!
Hey Amy-- Did you see this video? (Wait for it in the middle) [link]
No! THANK YOU! Cutieheads.
I want today off, you don't even understand. All I want to do is cry, thinking of today, thinking of working Sunday morning.
I want to cry because I ate a handful of popcorn a co-worker offered me yesterday, because I rolled over on my right side in my sleep, because my migraine doctor doesn't want to medicate my cervical facet pain.
I am exhausted, so much hurts, and I can't even do a full load of laundry yet (I can manage a half load at a time).
If this position doesn't work out and I have to go back to a job where Sunday mornings are a regular periodic expectation...I don't know.