Dang, that points to either horrid work conditions, or some seriously lax hiring standards.
Or both.
That’s terrifying.
See, now I’m confused.
Deaths create some of the strangest scenarios, don’t they?
Nah. As long as your bed-neighbor also wants it dark/quiet/cool (and frankly, anyone who doesn’t is probably a rabid hyena raised in a barn by sociopathic wolves anyway) then your socks/clothing details aren’t their problem.
I wasn’t planning to sleep with you anytime soon, but for the record, I am Team DarkQuietCoolWithSocks.
You and me both. I clicked … something … and now my Amazon app is set to U.K. and won’t go back & no offense to our British friends or nuthin’ but this is a problem I don’t know how to solve and is vexing me.
Same. I can plan ahead, but by the time X + 1.5 hrs has passed, I don’t want X anymore. One anna half hours ago Shoe wanted it, but that was her, not Present Shoe.
I’d starve. There’s almost no chance that what Sunday Shoe wanted to eat would seem appetizing to Thursday Shoe.
There’s hope for humanity yet.
Whelp { slaps knee } guess I’m officially on my way to Michigander status.
The clerk’s eyes got a bit bigger when I plopped down my gigantic pile o’documents (“I wanted to make SURE I wasn’t missing anything, this time”) but after some perusing over it all she said everything was good, did a quick vision check, snapped a (semi-horrible) pic, punched “VOID” onto my TX DL, and sent me on my way into the sunshine, with my now-mutilated TX DL stapled to my temporary Mich D.L. piece o’paper.
I bought a clock for work a few weeks ago (a rainbow colored “training” clock … if I didn’t describe the details of why remind my trash memory, but there was good reason) and my manager reimbursed me yesterday, so I think imma take that bit o’ca$h and myself both out for a celebration meal.
… especially since I was too on edge to manage breakfast after all. I tried. There’s even a diner near where I had to go, that I’d love to try but I … just … couldn’t …
… so no eggs/bacon/chocolate chip pancakes for me.
Dammit. Now, they sound soooo good. But “normal” people don’t eat breakfast at 2 p.m. so I’ll hafta find something else.