What would you do?
― rainy, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 19 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― rainy, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kate the Saint, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I have a weeks handover, in which they will be coming to me with another job offer, as far as I have gathered. What this job will be, who knows.
Oh, just don't make me sit in that rubbidge Addecco office and be tormented by the annoying perky job-mares please....
This could be a bonus as my other plan for the afternoon is gritting my teeth at co-worker in next office. ARGRHHHHHHH I HATE YOU SMUG MARE.
― Sarah, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
But later I shall eat pizza and tidy my flat and watch Bubblegum Crisis on DVD. Yay.
― Paul Strange, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kodanshi, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― katie, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Sit around and listen to Queeeen.
― DavidM, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Samantha, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Lyra, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'm hoping to spend next afternoon listening to my new records which I hope will arrive tomorrow, um, er, I mean finishing Gareth's tapes (insert five billion apologies here). Instead I will probably sleep through my records arriving (if they even do), fail to get out of bed until after the sorting office shuts, and waste time on the internet (at peak rate => I am officially insane and have not enough willpower to wait until 6pm to check my email even though I never get anything interesting anyway) while not doing any of the work I should be doing. Woohoo.
― Rebecca, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Maria, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
then again, i don't have history homework.
then again, i DO have files which need to be reviewed.
and dirty clothes all over my bedroom.
and i (and it) smell(s).
and i didn't even read.
someone needs to old yeller me.
― jess, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
wait.
i don't have ANY panties.
― jess, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Details? The Beard must be sucking away your ability to be specific.
― Nicole, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
(Incidentally Nicole it's great to have you back and contributing.)
― Pete, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nick, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sunny, Thursday, 30 June 2005 22:40 (twenty years ago)
― Ian Riese-Moraine has been xeroxed into a conduit! (Eastern Mantra), Thursday, 30 June 2005 22:51 (twenty years ago)