Am feeling like a horrible person. I reached out to someone to see if she could take part in a client presentation a few weeks from now, and she responded that she was having a pre-something procedure in preparation for surgery she is having a few days later so it would be really difficult for her.
And upon instructions from above I responded to the effect of "great! that'll be so helpful if you can move it, please let me know asap."
A vague decline is nobody's friend.
Cash, that is some effed-up shit. I'm sorry that your mom has to wait so long.
Burrell, still thinking of you and your family.
Kat (and anyone else who needs it) - hugs and ~ma.
Brenda, I'm really sorry you had to send that out. Ew.
I do not want to be at work. I want to be home, playing in my garden.
It was a little nicer than that, and did say it's okay if she can't, but still.
ita, sadly, that was the part that first made me think of you.
Ouch, brenda.
Have you drunk-dialed Congress yet?
Nope, can't afford booze OR factory chicken!
Well, in a complete change of topic, have naked, swinging-it-all Willem Dafoe dancing like a chimera: [link] (I'm assuming the naked woman moves so little because she's the titular sphinx--uninspired interpretation, IMO, disappointing).
Brenda, that's...sometimes I lack gruntle when it comes to "from above". Not all outlets let you caveat around it.
Hey, look who's writing on The Toast! [link]
Mom has to wait until the 21st for her scan results because her oncologist is on vacation!
Cash - Push them to have another oncologist review the results. That is not right and it happens all to often. But they have to have a covering oncologist.
Our little Eskimo has ambition! I could tell by the headline who it was by, didn't even need the byline.
I am going to be "that chick" at work and press my eating habits on my co-worker. Next week they get low-glycemic apple pie, and this week I think they get some of these dark chocolate covered blueberries, which are CRACK. We will eat those instead of the Halloween candy. Well, the next few bags. This bag is all mine.
An apple pie should be fine if I swap a couple apples for pears, right? I think I'll do that for the one I keep.
My co-worker is a doll, though. He never doesn't share, no matter what it is. He gave me honey packets yesterday.
Also yesterday I had one co-worker show me a picture he'd taken of a baboon with an unsheathed dick, and another assured me he did the middle of the night five finger shuffle and watched his fair share of porn--the problem only becomes when you stumble upon pictures on the computer being repaired of the computer owner putting it all out in a nekkid threesome...and then moments later wonder about the camera operator logistics--do they get swapped in? Is that fair? How do you make eye contact with your client now that you've seen her stuff getting stuffed?