Matt, I don't know what your co-worker is like the rest of the time, but when I ask the advisors who stay later than I do (and as supervisor of customer service, part of my job is to lock up after everyone else) I'm asking because I know it's inconvenient for them to have to turn the printer back on if they're still using it, and the same with the rest; it's not that I don't trust them to lock up. It could be in the way she's wording it. I always phrase it something like, "J., do you still need the printer?" It's because I'm lazy, too. Saves me a step.
Anya ,'Showtime'
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.
I know she meant well, but it felt like she was reluctant to leave and kept thinking up more excuses not to go, like a kid who doesn't want to go to bed and starts asking for one more story, a glass of water, etc. Didn't help that I was hyper focused on trying to finish a batch of files before 8 and the questions kept derailing me every 30 seconds.
Learning management systems seem to have been designed without consulting anyone who has ever taught or taken a class! But probably half my job is facilitating between instructors and IT to try to make Blackboard bend to our will.
I can understand the frustration of being constantly interrupted; that's annoying as hell. New business opportunity--cone of silence! Although, that used to be called an office with a door.
THEY LOST THE PUCK IN THE GOALIE'S PANTS?!?!?!
I do not ever want to learn the truth of what happened in this game, I am so happy to imagine it based on y'all's descriptions/reactions.
Losing the puck in his pants sounds like such a euphemism. For what, I have no idea...
So annoyed at myself. Got in to town last night and my friend canceled on me for dinner. I was exhausted and took a nap, and woke up groggy and gross feeling, and eventually got some dinner. Decided is work out in the morning--there's a river trail nearby and the hotel has awesome fancy treadmills. Instead, thunder like crazy right before my alarm, I turned it off for 30 more minutes sleep. Bleh. At least I'm going home tonight.
I am dead in the water at work; one of our main servers on campus went down. I can't get into my e-mail or the shared drive where all my work resides, which also means our printers are down. I hand wrote calendars for the conference rooms. Oy.
I'm up, breakfasted, and have been in the office for an hour already and all I can think of is closing tomorrow. I have too much work to do to be distracted, but...but...I want tomorrow to be NOW.
Today is my Friday and I was up late due to hockey shenanigans, so I need to find the force of will to get things done today in order for me to fuck off on vacation until Tuesday.
Don't wish your life away, Suzi. Sufficient unto the day blah blah blah
She said while noting that this week is already a million years long. What's up with that, my perception of the passage of time?