glad the GF's dogs made it out alive.
this reminded me of rob liefield's existence and make me once again wonder how in the world he ever came to be hired at marvel, let alone successful and in a button your fly commercial.
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I was ignominiously caught stealing eye shadow from Stop & Shop before my senior prom. In my defense: It was very expensive and i was very male (and a bit goth?)! Luckily, they let me go but BANNED me from said Stop & Shop for a year. I have never shoplifted since, and I have only ever gone back a handful of times since to the store--and even at the age of 34 I will try to avoid going whenever I am home visiting.
@Meaghano seconding that your boss should be the one getting you a gift. i try and get a little something for the people i work directly with because i'm sure i make their lives hard at many points throughout the year because work. ( and usually it is booze also because work.)
Cool. I have to say I have always really liked the "Odd Couple" dynamic of the site, but I'm looking forward to the evolution to "Three's Company" with the addition of Meaghan. Mazel Tov, or whatever is appropriate for this (rather specific) occasion!
@RebeccaPederson For a while I felt Bad About Myself every time I took some small solace from his death. What kind of person takes pleasure in another human being's demise no matter how horrible they were? After many years of self-reflection I've come to the conclusion: <---THIS PERSON, RIGHT HERE
COMMENCE HORRIBLE LANDLORD STORIES: My landlord/super stole my laptop while (nominally) fixing my broken shower (which had been broken for a month) in a building that had rats freely roaming the halls. HAPPY ENDING: I sued him in small claims court (and won), moved out, and now he's dead. EPILOGUE: The building was lazily renovated after his demise and now my 250 sq. foot apartment in williamsburg rents for 2.5k a month.
Freelancer here, so this doesn’t really apply to me. Instead I’m usually regulated by my wife’s schedule. The following generally applies, unless I’m on deadline…in which case: Fuck Everything. 4: Make a cup of coffee. Think about dinner. Go get some ingredients if need be. Think about how my life resembles a Murakami character’s (albeit with significantly less jazz music/magical realism). 5-6: Get to a stopping point with whatever I’m working on. Prep dinner 7-7:30: Wife gets home. Chatter about day and cats. Make dinner. Alternatively: Get drink(s) with post-working friend + wife in neighborhood. 8-10:30: Dinner. TV on computer. Cat Chat. 11: Reading/bed. 7 am: Wake up to cats mewling at door. Curse life/cats/circumstances. Make coffee, go running, get over it.
christ, those are ugly.