I just got kicked out of my online meeting, and I can't tell if it's my problem or the host's problem. Schrodinger's meeting.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
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.
Connie, that fic sounds fun. Would you mind posting a link when you have a chance, please?
The Winter Tabby, a WIP being updated every two weeks. Up to 7 chapters.
Schrodinger's meeting.
Don't open the box.
There have been some meetings where I'd have happily opened the box if it meant a chance of the other people in the meeting turning out to be dead.
Always a gamble.
Man, it took me half an hour after I got to work to get a cup of coffee, and an hour to switch my glasses (from regular distance to computer) and I still haven't checked my accounts for new orders. This is why people recommend not checking your email first thing, I know, but when your position has Support in the title, you kinda have to.
I've been working for over an hour since I got on the shuttle, and I still haven't made it to the office yet. Then I work 8 hours at the office and work on the shuttle home. You guys, I think I've figured out why I'm cranky!
I don't think I could work on a bus without getting motion sickness.
That sounds pretty cranky making, yes.
I know I usually just say good morning and don't have anything I need to talk about when my boss and grandboss make their morning rounds, but today I do have an issue and to have them not even slow down (by the time I spun my chair around to face the cubicle opening they were gone) is a little annoying. Also, my skin is red and splotchy and I am worried that my new soap is problematic. In conclusion, I am made of PMS and everything is ticking me off.
Oh, look, chocolate.
I was just thinking about tai chi and yoga, and the phrase "sun salutation" came to mind. I thought "saying Hi to the sun", followed by the image of Redneck Sun Salutation, of a guy in his underwear, looking out of his trailer in the morning, then lifting his beer and saying "Yo" to the sunrise.
My sun salutation would be peeking out from under the covers, groaning, and then pulling the covers back over my head. Or, at least, I WISH that could be my sun salutation.