New sayings for a [strike]new[/strike] gently used millenium.
have at it.
Yes, I did see a church cookout tonight. What?
Live like the photo is not being tagged.
Dance like the video will not be uploaded.
Love like you've never been unfriended.
Ha!
(sorry for the deletions, managed to mix up my threads)
I'll (be) clean when I'm dead.
I am a shoemaker for the new millenium.
I've been fixing hundreds of errors in reporting and it's tedious, and frustrating, and very difficult.
But just yesterday almost every record I pulled up to fix was already fixed. I asked me boss if she'd done any (like she said she would) and she hadn't.
So I guess elves have come into my cube in the night and fixed the records for me. Now I will have to make each of them a shirt, a coat, a waistcoat, pantaloons, and tiny shoes.
And we'll all live happily ever after.
(What's a waistcoat?)
A coat that...goes around the waist..?
You're guess is as good as mine.
Do elves wear red hats or brown or none? I forget what religion they are...
anyway - Happy Bastille Day Madame DeFarge!!
I don't know what color. I guess I'm going to have to do some elf research.
And a saying for the new mill:
A hundred dollars saved is a hundred dollars earned.
I've been fixing hundreds of errors in reporting and it's tedious, and frustrating, and very difficult.
But just yesterday almost every record I pulled up to fix was already fixed.<snip>
That's a grimm situation.... would make a great who-done-it.
;)
I'm in amazement here. I still have to check the rest of the spreadsheet but fixing them takes soooooooooo long and it's peak processing time so the system is slow.
I'm actually happy about something here! I may actually get to take my vacation after all! Wooohooooo!
All that googles is not gold.
All that googles is not gold.
that's funny, right there.
Idle hands are the devil's cubicle.
Waste not, get a bigger tax bill to cover recycling costs
We'll cross that binge when we come to it.
I am a shoemaker for the new millenium.
I've been fixing hundreds of errors in reporting and it's tedious, and frustrating, and very difficult.
But just yesterday almost every record I pulled up to fix was already fixed. I asked me boss if she'd done any (like she said she would) and she hadn't.
So I guess elves have come into my cube in the night and fixed the records for me. Now I will have to make each of them a shirt, a coat, a waistcoat, pantaloons, and tiny shoes.
And we'll all live happily ever after.
(What's a waistcoat?)
Damn elves didn't finish the job. What in the world? I went to the bottom of the alphabetical spreadsheet and I'm having to recreate records again. I'm never going home. :(
No waistcoats for them!
Ye shall know the truth, and the money shall set you free.
Eat, drink, and be insulin dependent
As easy as Pie
(I can now tell you all that Pie was a HUGE whore*, now that she seems to have forgotten us)
*This is a lie.
Infi our waistcoat is your vest.
For a gentleman to open a bedroom door wearing only his pants and vest (as one American did to me when I was breakfast waitressing) means something quite different to us than it does to you.
One man's meat is another man's profit.
Many hands make voluntary redundancies.
Too many cooks spoil the TV schedule.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and Oprah gives you a car.