Yeah, one time the mouse was spotted and ran into the office with the food drawer ... I think he ended up throwing out anything that wasn't tightly packaged (the mouse in this instance made its escape without being captured).
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
Sorry about your friend, David. That's rough news to get.
Oh no, David. I'm so sorry about your friend.
I'm so sorry for your friend's condition, David.
David, that's terrible. I'm so sorry.
Oh no, David, I am so sorry.
David, that's so awful. This fucking year.
Oh, David, I'm sorry.
In my mind I am still a kid and I am really miffed that I am expected to work on a snow day. I am doing the very least. I am keeping with with emails and I got in my morning report. Somehow messing around online seems ok, but doing Christmas cards does not.
Same re: working on a snow day. And the messing around online would fly in the office in a way cards would not.
Jesse, my new office has little to no internet access for personal stuff. I have to do stuff on my phone LIKE AN ANIMAL!
In my mind I am still a kid and I am really miffed that I am expected to work on a snow day.
One wonderful thing about having kids and moving to the suburbs is that I can give myself a snow day by saying I have to shovel and/or take the kids sledding. (Both of which I do genuinely have to do, but, you know, not ALL DAY...)