Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

Because my employer is actually paying for this flight.

All the more reason. Fly business

It would not get approved.

I will approve it

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Because my employer is actually paying for this flight.

All the more reason. Fly business

It would not get approved.

I will approve it

You will not.

[Jorge]

Yes I will

[JuanHamm]

Very generous

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Yes I will

You don’t have the f*cking authority, creep.

[Jorge]

Yes I will

You don’t have the f*cking authority, creep.

Yes I do

I'm your boss

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Yes I will

You don’t have the f*cking authority, creep.

Yes I do

I'm your boss

You are no boss of mine.

[Jorge]

Yes I will

You don’t have the f*cking authority, creep.

Yes I do

I'm your boss

You are no boss of mine.

Get back to work

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Yes I will

You don’t have the f*cking authority, creep.

Yes I do

I'm your boss

You are no boss of mine.

Get back to work

I am not working again until tomorrow.

[Jorge]

Yes I will

You don’t have the f*cking authority, creep.

Yes I do

I'm your boss

You are no boss of mine.

Get back to work

I am not working again until tomorrow.

I meant get back to work tomorrow

[Jorge]

I am aware of your schedule. I'm your boss

[lennytheweedwhacker]

You are not, on both accounts. Now just lay off and go do artsy nerd stuff.

[Jorge]

We'll discuss this in your performance review

[lennytheweedwhacker]

We'll discuss this in your performance review

You don’t even know my employee ID.

[Jorge]

It's 3

[wease]

Probably working. We were quite surprised at how well that solution worked a couple of weeks ago.

yeah that mixed with a little baking soda and Dawn works wonders

That’s exactly what we used!

[spike]

I am aware of your schedule. I'm your boss

[The Argonaut]

I happened to learn that someone with whom I went to high school (that I was never really friends nor non-friends with) is now the vice president of a bank or something. Now, I have never wanted to be the vice president of a bank, but I can't help but feel troubled by this. Some days I am OK and even happy about being a layabout and a fuck-up. Most days, even. But maybe I would have been even happier as the vice president of a bank

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I happened to learn that someone with whom I went to high school (that I was never really friends nor non-friends with) is now the vice president of a bank or something. Now, I have never wanted to be the vice president of a bank, but I can't help but feel troubled by this. Some days I am OK and even happy about being a layabout and a fuck-up. Most days, even. But maybe I would have been even happier as the vice president of a bank

I ran into someone I knew years ago, didn't go to school with him, but I think he's VP of a bank also. We were having lunch at the same place so I guess that makes us equally as important.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.