our mail/printer room has those motion-detector lights because we are very environmentally conscious at my office. more often than not, when I go in there, the lights don’t come on. worse, if they are on, they sometimes go out when I enter the room. now, how is that supposed to make me feel?
A mortgage broker called me today to verify employment for a friend. So I told her his hire date and title, then gave her my name and spelled it for her (it’s kind of a tricky one). Then she asked me my title and I said “Senior Technical Writer.” So, she’s reading it aloud as she writes it “Senior Technical…Writer…do you spell that R-I-D-E-R?”
Is riding technicals a job?
On this Memorial Day, I got my ass up at 5:30 and went to work out. I hadn’t been in months, and I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow…and the next day, and the next. It takes a lot of discipline to do this, and just getting out of the sleeping in routine is a chore. So there’s a guy there this morning, who brought his water bottle…along with his chewing tobacco. WTF? It’s like lighting up on the treadmill. Not to mention how attractive someone is with a wad of that nasty crap it in their cheek. So hot.