I’ve been given some much-appreciated flexibility in regards to working form home, but unless I have absolutely nothing to do that day besides monitor email and watch Netflix, it’s not worth it to me. At work, my mind is at work. At home, it’s in one million places. I like the clean separation, personally.
Every fall when I realize it’s welcome week back on campus, I feel a momentary ping of nostalgic excitement, then a massive wave of dread knowing I would lie broken, battered, and alone on the shores of time by Tuesday at the absolute latest, were I to give it a shot these days.
Absolutely. If you’re that far along, your morning will more than likely be ass anyway, so with the damage already done, may as well see how close to the sun you can fly!
You can prop a window open for a while, but they always shut, eventually. Nothing worse than the slow fade from something you had big hopes for. Duda nailed this one. Go for it; fortune favors the bold!
Amen. When I first started my job I was shadowing someone who was in meetings constantly. I learned a lot about the work, and maybe more importantly, the other people doing it, just by sitting in, listening, and paying attention. In contrast, a new guy came into his first meetings running his mouth, answering questions he didn’t have any clue about, and now he has a bozo reputation. Meetings giveth, and meetings taketh away.
Gotta take a broader picture of things. I will say if you use last night’s Crazy Jasmine episode or last week’s Weepy Lacey one to base things off of, those were kinda of duds and I get it. Overall, it’s solid trash entertainment most of the time.
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I’ve been given some much-appreciated flexibility in regards to working form home, but unless I have absolutely nothing to do that day besides monitor email and watch Netflix, it’s not worth it to me. At work, my mind is at work. At home, it’s in one million places. I like the clean separation, personally.
Toss in a mousepad and we got a deal.
Enough salt in this article to rust the frame of my car after a Michigan winter. Vintage Duda.
The Golden Rule is still one of the best rules.
Same with trying to justify it at the end. “Only” kissing, “strictly for fun,” “no emotion,” etc.
I presume you feel bad about it, but now you’re just lying to yourself in addition to her.
This butthead is going to die on the toilet and I am here for it.
“Unlimited Teen” is the best identification descriptor I’ve ever seen.
Legends of the Hidden Temple for 30-year-olds: getting to your desk in the morning without hearing it 9 times.
Every fall when I realize it’s welcome week back on campus, I feel a momentary ping of nostalgic excitement, then a massive wave of dread knowing I would lie broken, battered, and alone on the shores of time by Tuesday at the absolute latest, were I to give it a shot these days.
Absolutely. If you’re that far along, your morning will more than likely be ass anyway, so with the damage already done, may as well see how close to the sun you can fly!
“Sucks for him, but at least his team won.”
I love the camaraderie of football season.
Good luck!
You can prop a window open for a while, but they always shut, eventually. Nothing worse than the slow fade from something you had big hopes for. Duda nailed this one. Go for it; fortune favors the bold!
Long weekend banter; giving “happy Friday” a breather from being run into the goddamn ground.
Amen. When I first started my job I was shadowing someone who was in meetings constantly. I learned a lot about the work, and maybe more importantly, the other people doing it, just by sitting in, listening, and paying attention. In contrast, a new guy came into his first meetings running his mouth, answering questions he didn’t have any clue about, and now he has a bozo reputation. Meetings giveth, and meetings taketh away.
Kristina is an angel. When you’re such a butt you make someone say their Russian orphanage was better than a Mexican beach, ya done messed up.
Thank your dad for me for his fatherly wisdoms. I needed those today and didn’t even realize it.
That’s my usual progress. I’m happy right out of the chair maybe 15% of the time, but by day three, all is typically well in my world.
Gotta take a broader picture of things. I will say if you use last night’s Crazy Jasmine episode or last week’s Weepy Lacey one to base things off of, those were kinda of duds and I get it. Overall, it’s solid trash entertainment most of the time.
Man, pretty scummy moves in the weekend mailbag as of late. Sheesh, people. (But thanks for sharing!)