Dr. Walsh ,'Potential'
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.
ita, I'm sorry for your loss.
The ick is still with me. Headache, congestion and all. I have a conference call I need to lead in 5 minutes. I need to bring my A game to the call and unless soemthing changes drastically in the next few minutes, I don't see that happening. Help!
t sends Aleve-D through the interwebs for SuziQ
Foolishly enough, I went back to that blog I was arguing on yesterday. And ... you know that phenomenon you sometimes hear reported, where a woman will say something and nobody will pay attention to it, and then a man will say the exact same thing and everyone goes, "Wow, how insightful!" ?
Yeah, that's happening to me over there.
Ugh, Suela.
ita, I'm so sorry, what an awful thing to wake up to.
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Men! So much smarter than girls.
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God, Tom, I'm so sorry. I...I don't understand a team that doesn't need you on it.
I just got laid off.
Fuck! WTH, Tom?
Ah shit, Tom. I hope the severance is good enough for you to do some thinking about What Next...
Damn, Tom, that sucks. I'm wishing you something much, much better.
Oh, damn, Suela. That is one of the most annoying things in annoyingville. And you're doomed, becasuse if you point the hyposcrisy out, you look whiny and petulant.
ita !, I'm sorry your had a rough night and an emotional gut-punch to follow it. My sincere condolences to you and your family.
True, but when you turn around, people think "cute little butt" but when I turn around, they think "OH MY GOD, BECKY LOOK AT HER BUTT"
Becky is a twit. I wish my butt was a little bigger -- not horizontally, but volume-wise -- but it keeps getting flatter. I need an underwire for my butt. Or, yanno, maybe exercise -- no, that's too crazy.
I woke up late; stayed up late, but I had wretched dreams. I was in a play, and everything was going fine, until D came back from a trip and brought his ex back with him and she was in the play, too, and I was FURIOUS. Can't speak, punching brick walls, screaming at him in public furious. Sublimation much, y'all?
OTOH, I got to meet Ian McKellan in my dream (he was in the play -- they kept all the famous actors in a kind of pen) and I told him "I loved that red t-shirt!" and he was very nice.
Aw, shit Tom. Been there three times, and it worked out. I hope they gave you decent severance, and you can take some time to figure out what you want and do some cool things.