A literal real estate novelist living, working, and writing in the City of Angels. Author of the novels Loafing by La Brea, Pumpkin Farmer, and The Crimson Shamrock.
I think if you call in depressed, that would imply that you need more than a day off/may not be able to function next week. That one seems like a bit of a stretch. Given the Ferris Bueller picture, maybe the implication is bereavement (Sloan’s grandmother comes to mind), but that seems like a pretty horrific excuse to just take a day off. Probably stick to back pain if you are that desperate.
I’m stumped; both Detroit and Cleveland are each well under half their peak population (which was in 1950). Detroit has some stuff going on downtown, but nothing like what it was in the mid-20th century. Austin I can see.
This whole series is like a nominally less homicidal basic girl version of American Psycho, although that nominally less part may be inaccurate if the bachelorette party planning goes awry . . .
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I think if you call in depressed, that would imply that you need more than a day off/may not be able to function next week. That one seems like a bit of a stretch. Given the Ferris Bueller picture, maybe the implication is bereavement (Sloan’s grandmother comes to mind), but that seems like a pretty horrific excuse to just take a day off. Probably stick to back pain if you are that desperate.
I’m stumped; both Detroit and Cleveland are each well under half their peak population (which was in 1950). Detroit has some stuff going on downtown, but nothing like what it was in the mid-20th century. Austin I can see.
Gonna stop by Trader Joe’s and pick up some brie just because of this.
If my family still had my grandma’s Lincoln, I would totally drive it. No shame.
This whole series is like a nominally less homicidal basic girl version of American Psycho, although that nominally less part may be inaccurate if the bachelorette party planning goes awry . . .
I’m in LA and it is “the” 405, but most people outside Southern California will look at you sideways if you say it that way.
Maybe they can put a couple four-wheel bikes or whatever under that bouncy house Irish pub mentioned in that article last week.
This case scared the hell out of me when I was five. Years later, in college, I actually met a girl who had known JonBenet. Talk about eerie.
It’s all good man. I love the car, but it ain’t new, that’s for sure.
It’s 26 years old.
Inadvertent haiku, yes. But also a true PGP: http://us.lexusownersclub.com/forums/topic/46993-shift-lock-control-problem/
Perhaps this is all fake to gin up 15 minutes of fame like that dude down in OZ a couple months back?
I would settle for a flip phone if the only way you could get any smartphone was to wait in a line. I just don’t get it. Can’t wait a week or two?
Does HBO adapt novels?
Ouch. The truth doesn’t always need to be said.
Somehow I think Nived wouldn’t put up with a job he hated for all that long.
This conversation is too real, been there before.
The thought of being heavily intoxicated on Sundays frightens me. That’s what Saturdays are for, and, as I get older, even that takes its toll.
Looks like we have an untapped market for tiny houses in the tri-state area . . .
Hopefully these ones won’t catch on fire like the Galaxy.