Oooh!
That actually goes for both -t and sarameg.
Mal: There's plenty orders of mine that she didn't obey. Wash: Name one! Mal: She married you!
'War Stories'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
Jesse - Aug 27, 2017 4:51:45 pm PDT #15964 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
sarameg - Aug 27, 2017 6:34:55 pm PDT #15965 of 30002
Apparently, work had a meltdown today.
I'm really glad I mostly enforce a work blackout on weekends.
Zenkitty - Aug 27, 2017 8:14:22 pm PDT #15966 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Heart~ma for your stepdad, Laura.
Condolences, Steph. It's such a hard thing to have to do. You and Tim have had too many losses the last year.
Laura - Aug 28, 2017 2:27:24 am PDT #15967 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
Yawn. 5 AM was early. Hanging n the waiting room. Looks like plenty of room to set up my laptop and settle in once they take him. This is the hospital where I was born.
Jesse - Aug 28, 2017 2:51:55 am PDT #15968 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Best thoughts, Laura!
-t - Aug 28, 2017 5:20:08 am PDT #15969 of 30002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Heart~ma, Laura
Gudanov - Aug 28, 2017 5:22:30 am PDT #15970 of 30002
Coding and Sleeping
Lots of heart~ma, Laura.
tommyrot - Aug 28, 2017 5:38:53 am PDT #15971 of 30002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Heart~ma, Laura.
Steph L. - Aug 28, 2017 7:18:21 am PDT #15972 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
You know, there is NOTHING I can do when the higher-ups in the Editorial Office say "Stephanie did not sent the article to the author, because I checked our database and there is no record that she did so," even though the fucking database shows that I sent the article on 3 separate dates because the author refuses to respond to us. Like, I would need to go to Chicago and press the EIC's face against the monitor and point to the goddamn emails and say "WHAT ARE THOSE, RONNIE? THOSE LOOK LIKE EMAILS WITH MY NAME ON THEM. WHAT IS YOUR GODDAMN SHIT TODAY?"
(I woke up an hour early this morning with a full-blown panic attack, and while Ativan got the panic under control, I cannot shake the overwhelming agitation, and this bullshit is bullshit I do not need today, ESPECIALLY because it's fucking incorrect, and provably so. I am about to take screenshots of all the emails and send them to Ronnie, along with a suggestion to visit a fucking eye doctor. But I shouldn't have to take screenshots, because the emails are in the database that we ALL have access to. They are RIGHT FUCKING THERE.)
Don't come at me, Ronnie. DON'T DO IT.
-t - Aug 28, 2017 7:24:41 am PDT #15973 of 30002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Fucking Ronnie.