Life at work is slowing down, so my co-workers can talk to each other again. Today's bon mot: "I'm all about the RAM disk."
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.
My library login thinks I am someone with the username sporty-champ-3 and that is not my borrowing history, because sporty-champ-3 doesn't appear to be a big reader. They must be so confused right now.
Timelies all!
We don't have any indoor plants because we don't trust the cats to leave them alone.(Not to mention what Mr. S could do.) Boots(of beloved memory) killed a plant I had by frequently knocking it over to get at the dirt. She did like to nibble on ferns, which meant my previous boyfriend would bring me flowers with a fern garnish.
I am dissatisfied with life and wish to indulge in pointless retail therapy, except it would be pointless.
I think I'm in the wrong career but I have no idea what to do next with my life or what I might actually be good at doing instead.
I'm tempted by the thought of a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no responsibilities.
shrift and I decided by the second day of our UK trip that we should move there and be sheep farmers.
I indulged in junk food therapy all day (although one of my "junk foods" was a crepe).
I think I'm in the wrong career but I have no idea what to do next with my life or what I might actually be good at doing instead.
I'm still convinced we all need to go into some kind of business together. With our brains, we just need a step 1 and a step 2, and then step 3, PROFIT!!!, is guaranteed! Right?
Is there a job where most of the daily activities are looking at Outlander gifsets on Tumblr and playing TwoDots?
Something at Buzzfeed, I bet.
I always thought working for the Weekly World News would be a hoot. Story meetings must be nuts.