Job ~ma for Amy and MM and everyone else who needs it...which, it turns out, is me too.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Uh, what, bonny? What happened?
Job~ma to everyone who needs it!
Good luck, y'all!
I am so sorry, -t. That's so sad.
~ma to bonny, MM, and Amy, along with hugs, kisses, hairpats, or your comfort/encouragement mode of choice.
job~ma to Amy, bonny, MM & everyone who needs it!
Tons of job~ma to Amy, MM, bonny, Dana, shrift, and anyone else who needs it (Calli, Hil, Scola?). And a hearty dose of recognize-the-awesome-that-is-this-applicant~ma to the places and people they're reaching out to.
ION, man, this place is seriously grim and grey when it rains. I don't even mind grim and grey all that much ordinarily, but the combination of the grey and the open space is a little unsettling. We're tiptoeing around talking in hushed voices and feeling lost and adrift, and every now and then someone's head will pop up over a cubicle wall and hastily duck back down, like a meerkat scoping for predators. I feel certain I just read about this place in The Phantom Tollbooth.
Fingers crossed for the job needers!
Conversation with a library patron just now:
"Can I have a pair of scissors? I need to cut a hole in my purse because the zipper broke."
"Sure, here you go."
"Also, can I get the Complete Kama Sutra, and the Holy Koran?"
"Yes, let me go get those for you. I'll need to hold your ID." [we hold ID for frequently stolen books, which category includes both of these]
"I know, that's why I need the scissors."
I'm so sorry, -t. And all my ~ma to Amy.
flea that is absolutely confusing.
I got an MMR booster yesterday. No chance taking here.
"I know, that's why I need the scissors."
Perfect.