I am kind of intrigued by the haunted waffle house. Nsm by the upholstery.
"Reduce global headcount" sounds more ominous than layoffs. Kind of, what's the word, Malthusian.
'Life of the Party'
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I am kind of intrigued by the haunted waffle house. Nsm by the upholstery.
"Reduce global headcount" sounds more ominous than layoffs. Kind of, what's the word, Malthusian.
Last night I dreamed that they opened a restaurant in my bedroom without telling me. I went up to the hostesses demanding to talk to the manager, but my alarm went off before anything happened.
Dreams that involve work and chores are the worst.
I once dreamed that I woke up, got ready, and went to work ... then the alarm went off and I had to start over. SO exhausting.
I hate those, Toddson.
Ooh, maybe your dreamself is haunting the restaurant, Scola! It's all coming together.
I am kind of intrigued by the haunted waffle house.
It was a little locally owned breakfast diner in the downtown area of some vague large city, elevated from ground level with one big wall of windows that looked down on a busy street. The haunting wasn't really cinematic, just sometimes plates or glasses would scoot across tables.
My boss, who has had gallbladder surgery and a hysterectomy in the past year now has a suspicious mammogram. She is the best woman and the best boss and she cannot get a break health wise. Also, the last 2 women who worked in her old office have died of ovarian and breast cancer.
I have tried for what feels like months to figure out how to file for a homestead exemption online. I have given up. We'll just print the damn form out, like we're living in the stupid 1990s or something.
The easiest way to file taxes with the city of Cincinnati is to print out the form and mail it. I remain boggled by that.
Parental Pants Update! My dad *claims* he owns 35 pairs of pants. And he didn't sound like he was tripping balls on painkillers. That seems like an inordinate number of pants (though if he needs to go into assisted living any time soon, he's set for pants). Maybe it's true, and it's so he only has to do laundry once a month.
There has to be a happy medium between Tim's dad and my dad. (Both named Jack, BTW, which is sometimes confusing.)
One of Tim's brothers says there's one more pair of khakis at Tim's dad's house, but he's 99% sure they're too small. So he might technically own 3 pairs of pants, but only 2 pairs that fit.