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!!
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, 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.
With apologies to msbelle and our other Buffistas who are good at decluttering: you know what one of the advantages to being a packrat is? When you really want a jacket that resembles one on a piece of fan art someone did of you, there's a good chance that you have the sort of jacket AND trim necessary to create it stashed away in a box.
(Okay, fine. This epiphany doesn't work for everyone. YEMV.)
That was seriously awesome Jesse! I can now leave the building.
I know which jacket you're talkin' bout, Jilli!!