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Bonne nuitOh no - you've pulled out the quivering lipped monkey! Back at you babe!
I'm off to bed myself. I had a horrible all night long dream about androids. There were 2, a good guy and a bad guy, and I had to help the right one escape, but the bad one was a perfect clone and I couldn't figure it out. Kept me restless all night.
They don't have vending machines. Well one. And the soda is 35 cents in cans, No dollar bill accepting. Gan knows how old that is.
Two microwaves. One has a sign on it (!) 'This is the microwave with the broken door. Shut it but don't slam it.' ok I'm sure she has an ear out for it.
Candycart. Just stuff in a rack they get from BJ's or something. Must be exciting for her delivery day.
Don't mean to sound negative. It's just unreal sometimes.
I could call out with the vapors and all of them would understand. yeesh.
Wow - this really sucks
Next time the clipboard lady comes near you, grab the sides of your head, and say loudlyClipboard lady at work is at it again. New sign on the work fridge said, ' The refrigerator will be cleaned out out Fridays. Be respectful or it will be thrown out and check your mustard expiration dates.' This was was a revised edition of the old one, but was laminated - which was cool. I've seen her chase people down with tupperware. (I was one of them.)
She goes into the bathroom every time I am in there. I am much paranoid.
Make sure sink is dried. Double checked behind me after flush. Gosh I didn't miss the giant note taped to the inside stall door.
Caught me using a paper towel at a spot I saw on my pants. I jumped.
Now candy cart. Big note. Seems somebody shorted the little cup a quarter.
And some deviant put a ripped dollar bill in there. That was mentioned too.
'This is an honor system, have respect'
I will never get another peanut chew or mini peppermint patty again. Filled with guilt for things that I did not do.
I would just like to play Devil's advocate: There is always someone in a worse position than us. Always. So, just because someone has a minor thing, it is still important to acknowledge that it might be a major thing to them. For various reasons that we might not even be aware of that might run deeper than what we see on the surface. I don't walk in their shoes. I don't know what's going on behind closed doors.
Normal school - Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaSorry - that used to be an acceptable term many years ago - I didn't realize it could be construed as being offensive
I can even still drive by a "Normal School" on the way to work
Actually I guess they changed the name years ago but it's still engraved into the front of the building
That woman is a lunatic, Nottie. Live your life and ignore as best you can.Clipboard lady at work is at it again. New sign on the work fridge said, ' The refrigerator will be cleaned out out Fridays. Be respectful or it will be thrown out and check your mustard expiration dates.' This was was a revised edition of the old one, but was laminated - which was cool. I've seen her chase people down with tupperware. (I was one of them.)
She goes into the bathroom every time I am in there. I am much paranoid.
Make sure sink is dried. Double checked behind me after flush. Gosh I didn't miss the giant note taped to the inside stall door.
Caught me using a paper towel at a spot I saw on my pants. I jumped.
Now candy cart. Big note. Seems somebody shorted the little cup a quarter.
And some deviant put a ripped dollar bill in there. That was mentioned too.
'This is an honor system, have respect'
I will never get another peanut chew or mini peppermint patty again. Filled with guilt for things that I did not do.
What 's the old adage, "walk a mile in someone elses's shoes"
...and I'm sure your parentage was also brought into question...One of the idiot detectives I used to work with brought his industrial strength label maker from home one day for some reason and another guy got ahold of it. It would make labels at the speed of light so you could just crank them out. It also made them large enough to see as you were walking down the cubicle aisles. Everyone got a label for their cubicles, jackets, chairs, computer monitors.....I had some several labels all over my office area making wrongly contrived statements about my mother, my dog, my mother and my dog, the guy in the next cubicle professing his undying love for me.....it was quite a mature display of the proper use of a label maker....
