Detach!
My stupid phone cord keeps tangling itself up so that when I pick up the phone I can't actually pick up the phone because the cord is too tangled. Is it 4:30 yet?
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My stupid phone cord keeps tangling itself up so that when I pick up the phone I can't actually pick up the phone because the cord is too tangled. Is it 4:30 yet?
We have been paying the COBRA premiums for an employee for the full 18 months he was on COBRA. In February I get a phone call that his coverage was cut off in December. Since I know I've paid I have a hard time understanding why that is. I call the vendor. We somehow shorted them $62.26. They couldn't have told me that?! I email the COBRA person fairly regularly about all sorts of things. This is why we hate them. (And changed vendors)
Dudes, I have a headache. Well, it was much worse, then I washed down some Aleve with a Diet Pepsi and now I only have remnants of it. Anyway, it's been a long week.
One year ago, Melissa had a tofu emergency.
Two years ago, Heather had a poop emergency.
Three years ago, we found out why Cindy-Lou would soon be divorcing her husband.
Four years ago, Joanne was not remembered.
Five years ago, I remembered Joanne.
To: Students
Re: Plagiarism
Thou shalt not copy and paste entire passages from Wikipedia for thy term paper.
I'm so irritated with a co-worker that I decided to write a peeve about it but the situation is so complicated that I didn't know how to explain it without boring the hell out of everyone so I decided not to bother and closed the window. Then I got mad because I couldn't even peeve about it because it was so ridiculous so I decided to start a new peeve about not being able to peeve. Did I lose you at irritated?
I was reading one of my chick magazines, Glamour I think, and there was a question about what to do if you're getting a zit, what do various people suggest. One person said they call their dermatologist to get a cortisone shot in it. What regular person does that? Really. I want to know.
My hair has been tingling this week. I keep thinking there must be spiders (or ants, possibly the ants) crawling in my 'do.
Could this be a sign of a concussion? Cuz then it might be sorta cool. Otherwise, it's just plain creepy.
With the exception of a meat hiatus during my sensitive early adult years (thanks, Morrissey), I have always gleefully enjoyed eating anything that had a mother. I am apparently going through those sensitive thirtysomething years because the latest news reports of sick and crippled cattle being mistreated before being slaughtered (I know, I know) make me want to cry. I suspect that no amount of bacon is going to make me feel better about this.
I will continue to eat fish because I hear that they actually enjoy being smacked around a little before they're killed.
If I am doing a favor for you, you should not make it so difficult that I instantly regret agreeing to do the favor.
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