Dear goddess I hate it when I tell a customer something, and their only response is "Huh?" I am annoyed and/or irked if they say "Excuse me, I didn't understand that" or "Could you repeat that?" etc. But the lackbrained "Huh?" inspires a jolt of rage that frightens me.

I've trained myself so thoroughly to say "I'm sorry?" instead of "huh??" that I did it to my mother the other night.

Once again, ready for a nap, not more working. Maybe I'll turn off the alarm clock and come in late tomorrow? Literally no one cares.

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Description: "[It's] like a little bundle of jelly at the moment, [with] some very, very small spines coming through". My description would be "exfoliating stress ball".

I'm dealing with part of my anxiety by telling my family and close friends that I love them but I am officially a hot mess this year, so don't expect much, like seriously, the presents will be late and may consist of stuff I found in my house

I have done that before, Zen, and it was fine. YFamilyMV, of course, but I hope yuo can replicate my results. At this point, my family is pretty much trained not to expect anything from me so if I do manage to come up with something everyone involved is thrilled.

Aw, puggle! Piggie & Spike's puggle!

That's it, I can't work in the face of adorbs like that. Time for lunch.

Puggle!

So my Global Entry application was preliminarily approved and I just have to go in for an interview.... in April.

the presents will be late and may consist of stuff I found in my house

Just get everybody a Rolli.

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Who doesn't want their breakfast served as a tube?

All that's left in the break room is a single, lonely bag of funyuns.

Middle-aged man here getting passports for his teen daughters. His phone rings loudly. The ringtone? "She Works Hard for the Money."

There is apparently karaoke going on the breakroom here. The new head of accounting (it's new that he is head of accounting, he's been head of something or other for ages) was singing Lionel Richie.