The thing is, I'm sure there are other people who use fabric softener that I haven't even noticed. I mean, it's a commonly used product, but it's been years since I've noticed it like this. I don't know why it's clinging so intensely to this particular woman's clothes on this particular day. I just know it's making me physically miserable to be in the same room with her.
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My office has a stove, refrigerator, microwave, toaster and many coffeemakers, since it conveniently moonlights as my house.
Ginger beat me to it. And while the amenities are fab, we unfortunately lose by virtue of NO FREE STUFF EVER and ridiculous self-employment taxes and no paid days off.
But then, I have my trusty sidekick with me always, so there is that.
My office has a stove, refrigerator, microwave, toaster and many coffeemakers, since it conveniently moonlights as my house.
me too! though with 100% less okra.
The scent thing is something I may have to bring up at my current job. The people who set me off at my last job were people I felt almost comfortable asking if they could not eat slightly burnt popcorn at their desk/wear that particular perfume. It all went very well.
At this job the perfume wearer is not someone I know at all, and word is she's kinda weird.
But a mid afternoon dousing can have me gagging for the ER, so I need to be able to say something.
me too! though with 100% less okra
Sox you can totally be a the deacon in the Church of Bartleby.
excellent. all part of my plan.
[Mr. Burns fingers]
The world...she is ours.
Sox you can totally be a the deacon in the Church of Bartleby.
excellent. all part of my plan.
Oddly, I expected Sox to say "I prefer not to."
mwahaha.
"I prefer not to"
snork.
See? Here we are again, quoting the OLD Testament.
Can I give you something to read, neighbor? It's called It's a Wooferful World and will help you to see the light. Or the leash...or something.
Relatedly, we have some of the sweetest Witnesses in our neighborhood on the weekends lately. Lovely people. I feel bad when I run into them on some far flung walk with Bartleby that I already have that copy of Awake thank you, as you stopped by my house yesterday. I don't think they believe me...