I really should not be wasting my time with this, but I am irritated and want it out of my system ( Read more... )

Oh, so my car ( Read more... )

So there's something kind of awesome about accelerating onto an on-ramp, headlights drowned out by the street lights, rain driving into the windshield and glare reflecting off the slickness of the concrete and the dimpled surfaces of the puddles ( Read more... )

My job description is to be the only sane (wo)man in a loony bin full of batshit crazy people.

Okay, those of you with my cell number? No texting between midnight and 8 am, standard central time. Seriously. Unless I turn my phone off, the fucking thing continues beeping loudly until I actually open it up and tell it I will look at the text/missed call/whatever now/later. Okay? Thanks.

D: NOT RALPH AND SUE!

( In which Nalan answers OK to boss!invective and catches flak for comforting a crying kid. )

Okay, so this incident does absolutely nothing to promote harmony in the workplace, and yet I cannot regret it ( Read more... )

1. The cute - Chemistry Boy's mother lent me a couple DVDs of his previous speech presentations. I am at a total loss for words to describe the sheer level of supercute. Two years ago, as a seven-year-old, he explained how to cook curry, told the audience that men should learn to cook too, and then brought out his solution for people who could ( Read more... )

( In which Nalan's boss is pissed at her for not only going above and beyond the call of duty but also for satisfying a student. )