Where are you? I've been thinking about you a lot. You left me waiting at supper again last night. You didn't show up. Again. Why must you leave me wanting more? Where can I find you? Show me the way.
Best Regards, Jonathon
I'm sorry Jonathan. It hurts to be stood up and I do sincerely apologize. I promise never to do it again. Especially since you're now the campaign manager. It wouldn't be very professional of me to treat my colleagues any differently than I would like to be treated myself.
Random Name wrote:Dear Lando, Why do my hands get cold when I go on my Computer? Its very distracting because I cannot type as well with cold hands. What can I do?
There could be a few reasons for this.
When winter comes around, the corners of a room are the coldest area of the room. I for one have my computer in the corner and near a window, so my hands can get pretty cold too.
Another reason is that your computer desk is too high, if your arms are level with your heart or higher it can affect the blood circulation to your fingertips and hands making them lose heat easily.
Combine this with the cold winter air in a corner of a room/ a computer near the window and you could have very chilly willy fingers!
hpdfk wrote:Lando, how can I succeed in climbing the corperate ladder?
This is dependant on you. If you can get your name out there and meet the right people to show that you're qualified, it's a lot easier to do.
Unfortunately, it's true that it's WHO YOU KNOW way too often. If everything was based on our skills or credentials, a lot of us who deserve better would get it.
Don't let that discourage you though. It's easy to prove me wrong on this because it's not a situation that's dependant on either of these factors.
why did I have to be born in Alabama with this cursed Southern accent?
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
why did I have to be born in Alabama with this cursed Southern accent?
don't feel bad. you could have been born in saskatchewan (aka alabama of the north) and picked up a southern accent when you moved to georgia for college.
and well, georgia people need *someone* to pick on, right?!
why did I have to be born in Alabama with this cursed Southern accent?
It's not a curse! Get into television and movies and become the next teen heart-throb, they need something new, and a guy with a southern accent is just what they're looking for!
According to Sandy, you were right behind me at that show.
And how can I, a fellow Skatchie, achieve the greatness you have?
Of course! Danko is the man! The man whose music I will never listen to.
That's why he's awesome! and that's why I gave him a hard time. I think he's scared of people from Saskatchewan now. Which is good. Because by awesome, I meant Crappy.
And yeah I was right behind you, I remember who you are because when I met Saman and Sand, I recognized Saman from the OLP show, so I remember who you are too since you were with her.
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why did I have to be born in Alabama with this cursed Southern accent?
It's not a curse! Get into television and movies and become the next teen heart-throb, they need something new, and a guy with a southern accent is just what they're looking for!
it scares me so much that Lando's starting to make sense.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
What can I do?
