It's official.
Today was my last day. My last. Half. Day.
I am now home, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. I think I'm burned out on the idea of having a job right now. My head hurts, my eyes want to close. hrr.
Maybe I need a nap.
I am now home, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. I think I'm burned out on the idea of having a job right now. My head hurts, my eyes want to close. hrr.
Maybe I need a nap.
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Yes, nappage is good. I also recommend making stew or chili. It's getting to be that time of year, and in the great scheme of things, comfort food is good.
You will find a permanent job you can tolerate, I know you will.
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Thank you. :)
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so...uh...
*scritchesandcuddlesandchocolate*
Of the fic requests of me, squee!, which one do you want to see the most? I'll work on that one first... ^_^
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*scritch* No worries. Job was being outsourced.
And, ooooh. *considers*
You know what's sad? I don't think I had a preference. *awaits fic!*
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You don't have a preference?! Okay, do you have a location, or even a phrase or color? ;)
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and, uh... hrm.... nope. can't think of anything else.
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Maybe that damn fluffy blanket may come into play....::wants her own fluffy blanket, office is fekkin cold::
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*sad*
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Liz
The fucking hispanic-driven poor-rich metropolitan area that voted for Bush, that FUCKING STATE THAT SPAWNED THE PRESIDENT
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*hands over Jaffa Cakes*
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Which reminds me. Hand over the revised Sha're. ;)
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I suppose I should work on the nano novel... hrm.
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