So now I’m a wookie? :dubious: And I guess I need to let palebunny know about her new brother Tony.
I want to hear your story, too, LemO, but I’ve been trying for weeks to do my first MMP – although I don’t know why I’m fighting over such a dubious honor. If you do wanna have a chick fight, I guess we’ll have to do the ten paces at dawn thing. Uh…how do we do that through this here internets thingy? Send the bullets through the CD slot like we do chocolate and other assorted desserts?
No Nava you may not blame the bear. The bear did not bring this up for vote. I believe, as best I can scroll back a page that The Nava erroneously put this to a vote. :dubious:
Ok, now let’s move on. I have never been as unmotivated to work as I am right now. Therefore, I goof off.
I’m jealous - cheesecake for your wedding - the Wife makes “ewwie” faces when she just sees cheesecake. The heathen.
Senor dampened ursine, I had time after I dropped the Wife at the train this morning before I had to get in here, so I stopped at the local mom 'n pop and special ordered a breakfast croissant. It’s not on the menu, but they made me one anyway. I’m going back too, it was yummy.
No bullets necessary. To be perfectly honest, the thought of being “volunteered” for the MMP two days after joining made my heart stop. I’m still trying to figure out coding and quotes and all. Let our gentlemen find their chick fight action elsewhere this week…
And a former scoper will defer to a transcriptionist anytime!
You’ve been a scoper? Cool! I did that for a year at one point, but frankly found it bo and ring. At least transcribing I get to do more than just edit. So why are you former?
Why am I former? Three words: Bo and ring. Well, that and the court reporter I worked for was a bit of a flake and would send me 200-page transcripts the day before they were due and would call me every hour or so to check on my progress. It was a nice side job, if I got the work in a timely manner.
Excellent reason. See, us Cool Kids™ are smart ones.
I think it’s something about the reporting business, steno, mask, or ER, that attracts flakes, however. There aren’t many folks I’ve worked with who wouldn’t fit that category. Myself included, natch!
Thanks! The cheesecake was amazing. They put a piece of each kind (lemon with raspberrys on top and chocolate with strawberries on top) on our plates and I was just going to eat a bite of the lemon one because I’m a chocolate person and don’t usually like non-chocolate desserts. And instead I ate the whole thing. :eek:
I forgot to mention that it’s my (our) four-year anniversary today.
It’s four years since we went on an eleven person honeymoon, and played dominoes in our luxurious hotel room, waiting for all our friends to arrive. I specifically remember being very impressed and scared by the phone in the bathroom. Oh, and the price of the hotel room.
I will now tidy the livingroom. It was tidy, and then I decided I wanted to sew. Now I have bits of fabric all over the floor, and a basted top, with optional skirt pieces (I’m thinking about making it into a dress) cut out. Sigh.
Dear Manager
We don’t want to sound ungrateful, but this movie pass you just gave us - why is it only an Admit One? Surely, since the theatres are owned by the same gent who owns the company, they could have afforded an Admit Two certificate?
Sincerely
Your tired and financially unappreciated employees
Hey–we didn’t even get bonuses this year. A movie ticket is almost ten bucks.
Roomie and I are discussing the possibility of going to Scotland this summer, now that I’ve actually been out of the country once and would like to do it again. At the moment, I actually can afford to buy two round-trip tickets to Edinburgh, thanks to the ridiculous amount of money Dad gave me for the holidays (while Roomie will save up over the next seven months and pay for hotel). I want to take a day or two to think about it, but I’m really digging the idea, now. So tell me everything you might know about Scotland. BooFae, I’m talkin’ to you.
Dear wage slave:
We had assumed that you all were bitter, antisocial recluses, thus we decided against spending valuable profits for no return. Actually we prefer antisocial recluses as the are less exposed to disease this time of year, and can devote more time to the needs of the Corporation.
Your Overlord,
E. Scrooge
P.S. Please refrain from using the Intarweb tube to find solace. Miserable emplyees are 0.0005% more productive than happy ones.
Attacks Husband just emailed to wish me a happy anniversary, and tell me he’s going up to the farm because he can’t stand me. Or to chop wood for his parents.
Someone left pie in the lunch room. Also, someone (the same someone?) rearranged my desk toys. My & is sideways, my kitty cat chimes are hanging by her neck, and stuff is generally disarranged. Yes, I just noticed it, that’s how organized I am. I hope they had fun.
People are starting to think about coming back to work. Tuesday is going to be painful, not least because I have an appointment with my shrink at 7:30 am. She’s not going to be pleased that I’m off my meds again. Oh, well. I feel much better without them. I don’t need pills to make me sleep 16 hours a day, and eat nonstop for the other 8, I can do that on my own. If she can find something that will motivate me to get up off my butt and exercise, and eat healthier, I’ll take that. Me and a few hundred million other people.