Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
They are a chain and they are the Yum.
While everyone has left the office I am being PRODUCTIVE. work AND my life. It helps that since it is so cold, we can't ship any and no one is ordering, so the phone is dead.
Life
- Ordered and paid for cat food so McPhee can go pick it up
-left msg for Dr, for script refill
- wrote email to McPhee with status on house and instructions to get above mentioned cat food.
Did I mention here that my Washing machine drain was clogged? I thought I cleared it over the weekend, but apparently not fully. Also discovered that my dryer is not heating. I rarely use it, we air dry almost everything, but sheets and such require it. With temps 30 and below I was trying to use it over the weekend just to speed the process and keep the dry stands out of the living room. Guess I need to call a repair person. grrr.
Work
- picking away at the 13 11 invoices in my queue to be processed
- reconciling my T&E card and Boss' T&E card. (not that I T&E, but anytime our drivers travel out overnight they use my card and then I get to reconcile)
- made hotel reservations for drivers coming up to work with us from central Texas (more stuff that goes on my card).
Steph, maybe it was a typo, and they meant bon appetite? And just didn't know how to spell the second word in the phrase?
I hate "wallah!" though.
Maybe. (I deleted because I'm trying to learn I don't have to express every rude thought that passes through my brain.)
It's hard, though, Steph! I read a piece in Business Insider yesterday where the author used "it's" wrong, and I was so disappointed. I always think that on certain websites, standards will be upheld, and not so much it turns out.
My mother was at a funeral recently at the kind of church that projects the hymn lyrics, and apparently they used the wrong your/you're in the chorus of one of them, so it kept coming back. This was not the only thing she told me about the funeral, but it certainly was one of them.
Typos on the New Yorker pages freak me out.
The ones that weird me out are the sort of "unclear on the concept" things. The one I have been seeing recently is "ascetic" instead of "aesthetic"-- so 'The ascetic of the artwork is a post-modern punk' or whatever.
A new massage place opened next to the dojo and I had popped in to say hello during their first day. They gave me their pricing information and I ended up pointing out a typo. Thankfully they were mortified but glad to know before too many got handed out.
The most golden rule of all: You can *never* have too many proofreaders.