December 2008
18 posts
It is time to put an immediate stop to the fanatical excitement about being home on Saturday. A snowstorm is going to be blowing through and I need to be psychologically prepared for a nightmare at the airport.
WatchI’m coming…
So I survived the big audit at work, with only some battered ears. I took my boss’ mildly comedic lashings snug in the wooly protective blanket of a passed trial period. Six months baby, and their fingers are so far from the trigger. It was pretty funny too. She was like “honestly, why did you do that? why didn’t you just do this? i mean…ugh! like…come on right? this...
Dan sends money to America.
America drops the Fed rate.
Dollar implodes.
Dan frowns at his measily 1.28 exchange rate as the 1.40 exchange rate cackles at him.
Cat killed by pretend gun
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Dan sends money to his US account, rate is locked in at $1.28 per Euro, the best in 4 months.
Dan watches as the next days bring the exchange rate to $1.36.
And once I considered getting into currency markets.
Having not had breakfast yet, and fantasizing about having access to an oven at home, I think I wanna try this. http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/12/zuni-cafe-roast-chicken-bread-salad/#more-1455
You know you might work to much when you feel the urge to wish people a happy Saturday after hanging up with them on telemarketing calls.
Weekend. I hope to call all family members who think I may have been swallowed by the crust of Germany. I hope to begin packing for Das Wisit, and I hope to eat another fantastic burger on Sunday. This child is working today, but eh. You know.
It has become a habit to tumbl in an effort to clear my head during endless, menial tasks.
My boss asked me about corndogs yesterday evening. She wasn’t sure what they were made of, so I explained it’s a hotdog on a stick, with a coat made of cornbread, that’s its dipped in mustard, or ketchup. The moral of the story is, there is one more thing on my Great American Gorge-List. Corn-fuggin-dawgers.
and i have the theme song for “The Good Bad Fish” stuck in my head.
“The statistics only add to the embarrassment of the country’s federal...”
– of all the stereotypes…
I thought about the German word *Teilnehmer *today, and through a certain lens, it’s a pretty loaded word. Translated literally, it means “Part-taker” in the sense of somebody “taking part” in something, a participant. This is a word you hear when you call somebody’s cellphone and it goes to their answering machine. “The part-taker is currently not...
DECEMBER!