Dude, ita, your desk is so CLEAN.
That stack of papers you see to the right used to be notoriously spread out over every square inch of space, layered about two thick. But my boss has puppy dog eyes, and my co-workers are really barbed with the harassment.
And...I got a tablet and Evernote. Peer pressure and Android saved my desk, man. I have to take notes as people talk, or it goes in one ear and out the other, but I have been able to be more efficient about the media.
It's kind of insane that all I did to prep for the picture was turn the company logos towards the wall and put all the pens together. I'm just not usually that neat. But working at home...gotta keep the info wherever I am.
I'm starting to think my office was giving out defective flu shots this year - I'm the second person in my office to have gotten "maybe a really bad cold but it sure sounds like the flu" (my doctor's exact words). Which means I'm now on antibiotics and an inhaler for secondary bacterial pneumonia. Hooray for breathing! Ventolin FTW!
That's a scary-clean desk.
If you guys could see the mess of software sticky notes running in the background on my monitor, you'd understand.
Timelies all!
I'm sorry for your loss, Burrell.
The perils of doing superhero voiceover: [link]
Look at all the SPN stuff in ita's cube! I feel like a proud mama.
Which means I'm now on antibiotics and an inhaler for secondary bacterial pneumonia. Hooray for breathing! Ventolin FTW!
Yikes! Although I guess Mayo Clinic wasn't all wrong, then, which is ... weirdly comforting. For me, anyway, since that's my go-to site.
Liese, I have so been there. But I have no guidance.
Yeah, that's on my list, smonster. I saw that it was the most recent standard work on Romany culture.
It made the rounds in Peace Corps Moldova. I think 2/3 of us read it. That and "Playing Moldovans in Tennis," which is HILARIOUS.
I actually said 'whoa' at the sight of ita !'s desk.
Jessica, that bites. I hope you feel better soon.
Although I guess Mayo Clinic wasn't all wrong, then, which is ... weirdly comforting.
True that. At least it's a walking pneumonia. It sounds a lot worse than it is! Or maybe I just think that because I no longer feel like I got run over by a truck full of heavy rocks, which is how I spent all weekend.
Tom, that is the best thing ever.
My son is a PITA. refused soccer practice (I had not even mention the new grade thing). WOn't do anything, stormed out of the house, continually trying to pick a fight with me, AND THEN PEED HIS PANTS IN TEH MIDDLE OF THE KITCHEN. OMG WTF IS HE 3?!?!?!?!?!?
Drugs might be a complete understatement to what I want and/or need. A fucking deserted island sounds nice.
