Whitewalled

[cataplum]

Many of you are familiar, some intimately, with the phenomenon of San Francisco fog. As the rest of the region basks in beautiful mid-eighties sunny days, the fair City by the Bay is enshrouded nearly daily by an enormous cotton-candy fluff of clouds that just love to bring the temperature down a good twenty-five degrees or so. I'm fond of saying

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[rksdf]

I saw the distinctive 'Google' logo displayed prominently in lighted letters on the top of a building in Ann Arbor this week--the same building a few weeks before got a Bar Louie--what next!

/B/

[adragontongue]

my site's down
help?

[circe_pleading]

I'm bemused by the fact that when you work too much you're rewarded. When I work too much, I just get to work some more.

Ex. 1: My boss took the weekend off, as she does. She worked Monday, vanished without a word Tuesday, was missing for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, reappeared today for a 10-hour shift [maybe] but somehow STILL gets the weekend off again. What? And I had to beg for an extra two hours to shift boxes from my house to the basement of the house where I will be living. Beg!

*jealous*

Your descriptions of the foggy city leave me compelled to return and freeze to tiny pieces. Also sounds like my workplace: I go from 90% humidity and 90 degrees to somewheres around 62 degrees and no humidity [I'm near to the coolers in the supplements section, all of which are open-fronted.] I show up in a skirt and tanktop, then don pants and legwarmers and socks and also two or three shirts/sweaters. Fun! Games! Weather!

[joaniechachi]

All I can think of to say is that I'm winning the "who worked more" game: I have two days this week of being at work from before 8:30am until after 12:30am.