Autumn is not yet upon us in Georgia - still in the 90s. But I ordered those boots anyway, damn it.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, I've been wearing boots sometimes, and velvet waistcoats. But now we're moving into PROPER weather for layers. And tights!
I swear, insurance companies just want to piss you off so that you won't deal with their bullshit. All I needed was the motherfucking phone number for my doctor to call in the prescription. That's it. Instead, she says "I have to verify you first" No, you stupid bitch, you don't because I have ALREADY been through that shit. All I need IS A FUCKING PHONE NUMBER.
Oh, I hate when I have to type in some long number for an automated thing, and verify my expiration date or address or whatever, and my phone number, and my DOB, and my SSN, and yadda yadda....and then wait on hold for an hour...and then finally get to a person...and they ask me all that info again!!
Oh, man. I just noticed we have a 9:30 call tonight. That's totes past my cogent bedtime. I'm such a lightweight.
I'm thirsty.
Yikes.
Here's a nice way to end the work day on Friday: Champagne and watching a funny video with the team.
Hey, maybe we get champagne on Monday. This is totally a boozy company.
Yeah, I only wish it had started a couple of minutes sooner, because I really have to catch the early shuttle to get my CSA stuff in time. So I was like, "Awesome! Gotta run!!"
ION, I got an email about an alumni event here that I totally would have done, except I'll be out of town! Hmph. At least they have me on the right local list now.