Phil Spoon Wrote:
Today a co-worker had some kind of neurological fit in his office/glorified cubicle and fell and hit his head on his desk. He was unconscious on the floor for an hour before anyone thought to check on him.
The woman in the next glorified cubicle just thought he had gotten mad about something and was banging on his file cabinet. She went to lunch.
Lisa called 911. And sent a email to the governor about the joys of working with idiots.
I know some folks who work for y'all's Governor, and Michaud...but it's not like they would pick a fight with the Dept of Labor..after all they need dat AFSCME $$$ for campaigning. (I love that my job, while helping the world, simultaneously ruins it
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Throughout his life, from childhood until death, he was beset by severe swings of mood. His depressions frequently encouraged, and were exacerbated by, his various vices. His character mixed a superficial Enlightenment sensibility for reason and taste with a genuine and somewhat Romantic love of the sublime and a propensity for occasionally puerile whimsy.
harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)
