- The calendar says it’s friday. James disagrees. It will not be friday until the conclusion of the work day (87 minutes, baby!).
- It’s supposed to be fucking gorgious this weekend. high teens, early 20’s (fahrenheit, you american wusses, relax. :P). Perfect for doing all manner of weekend style hell raising. Will it happen? … No damn clue.
- Some chick continuously walks past my desk almost daily at often the exact same time and insists on saying hello to me, even when I’m on a call. I have no clue who she is. And very little interest in finding out. Lemme know when you wanna have a conversation, hun, kthx.
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Randomness, in ye old list format.
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Friday is fill James’s inbox day?
I got more email fired at my work address in the last hour than I do in some weeks. Buh? Are the people what sign my paycheck *trying* to drive me insane?
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Because I threatened to do so.
Rodney Atkins – These Are My People (please download and save before playing) – Pretty freakin’ close to my theme song. Or at least, my family’s theme song. Murlynns_view and I both moved out of rednecksville (read: Pembroke) and live here. And really, that’s almost exactly how we work; the week’s just non-stop go ’til you drop, and the weekend’s when we do most/all of our having fun, not necessarily involving alcohol though it *has* happened a time or few. Then we get up on Monday, shake our heads clear, and do the whole damn thing all over again. Some call us mad for it. I say… yeah, so?
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Writer’s Block: Your Theme
Definitely “These Are My People” by Rodney Adkins. So much of certain members of my family in that song. I’ll upload it one of these days for your listening pleasure. Unless you don’t like country. Then I’ll upload it just to piss you off.
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So liked, and so stolen.
Why God never received his PhD
1. He had only one major publication.
2. It was in Hebrew.
3. It had no references.
4. It wasn’t published in a refereed journal.
5. Some even doubt he wrote it by himself.
6. It may be true that he created the world, but what has he done since then?
7. His cooperative efforts have been quite limited.
8. The scientific community has had a hard time replicating his results.
9. He never applied to the ethics board for permission to use human subjects.
10. When one experiment went awry he tried to cover it by drowning his subjects.
11. When subjects didn’t behave as predicted, he deleted them from the sample.
12. He rarely came to class, just told students to read the book.
13. Some say he had his son teach the class.
14. He expelled his first two students for learning.
15. Although there were only 10 requirements, most of his students failed his tests.
16. His office hours were infrequent and usually held on a mountain top.
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Yay!
murlynns_view passed her driver’s test. She is now no longer under the thumb of the evil empire that is MTO (read: a fully licensed motorist). And all I can really say is it’s about goddamn time.
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Crazy thoughtness and such.
Partially stolen from an entry sheyrena posted forever ago, but oh well. Just means she’s brilliant. I’m tossing around the idea of going randomly through my flist and pointing out people who should really get to know one another. Just because I honestly think some of those combinations would be fucking hillarious. Mind you, there are those I’d want to leave the continent before introducing but methinks that just goes with the territory. And since I share half my flist with some of you lot anyway it won’t even take all that much effort on my part. Which makes the lazy part of me (it’s a *huge* part, just ask clefurgey) go yay! Yeah, I think starting this weekend at some point barring complete and total forgetfulness on my part, I just may do that. Now watch me forget to.
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Oopsies?
I know, I know, go a couple days without posting and this is what I come up with? Cope.
So I ended up working Saturday, surprise surprise. Only I thought the guy I was covering for had Monday off and was therefore gonna cover my lazy ass yesterday. Oops. So I got stung with a no call no show. Here comes the trick now; getting around that without getting le tossed. Ah well, on the bright side I’ve got no reason to say my life isn’t exciting.
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Can I go home yet? Can I can I huh?
Less than an hour. That’s all I’ve got left of the extra day. Surprisingly I don’t feel like falling into bed the second I walk through my front door. I may stop to eat first. On the bright side, the 4-day week next week balances it out some. That I have Victoria day off just makes it freakin’ wicked awesome cool. Anyway. Hmm. I got nothin’. Back to work with me.
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Huh.
Nifty timing for a headache to pretend like it wants to stick its nose in my life. On the one time I go in to work on my day off. My body’s tryin’ to tell me something, methinks. And you’d think since I’m supposed to know me better than anyone else, I’d know I didn’t plan to listen. Apparently our scheduling folks aren’t the only ones who think I work too much already… Who knew?
Edit: Problem solved. Now let’s see if I can earn me some $$$. Tylenol is the world’s awesomest invention.