Aw, I'm sorry, ita. (I'm not so secretly wishing that choice one flames out quickly.)
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.
Oh sorry, ita.
ita, I'm so sorry.
Sorry, ita.
ita, I'm so sorry. Do look into disability options.
ION, in my rhinestone shoes are chafing me nonsense: the yard guys game this morning and mowed the lawn, yay! They knocked the gas valve and triggered the emergency shut-off, boo! Which I did not discover until I tried to put the kettle on for tea, and the stove didn't work.
Pete talked me through finding the shut-off and resetting it. Over the phone, from the UK.
No more excitement for my day, please.
Sorry, ita, that sucks.
Jilli, truly we live in an age of wonders.
Ugh, ita. I hope something just lands in your lap. (Hey, it could happen! I've seen it happen to real people!)
Just got off the phone with Employment Security, and now my claim is all sorted. The reality of no longer being on payroll is making me feel pretty unemployable, honestly.
I'd love to say that I firmly believe I'll get a call about one of my applications, but I don't.
My head is getting better, and I'm done with ECT. I'm scared that people at work will think I'm nuts.
Someone just left a comment on Flickr: "sehr schöne Aufnahme, RESPEKT". I guess I have street cred in Leipzig now.
Also, my whole world is askew now: It turns out Kelis actually hates milkshakes.