“I hate these meetings taking up my time but listen to me rant on for 45 minutes”.

“I take the minutes too...”

Omg my whole life is this. I take the minutes too...

Then Ed has to put his two cents in just to make a fucking joke.

It’s always Shelly. Or Dennis, he’s always got to ask one more damn inane question. Dennis did you even read the goddam handout?!

OMG. So true. What the hell. Why does Professor So and So need to tell us what he thinks about EVERYTHING? Why does Professor Must Share Now need to regale us with things we have already discussed for the fourth time?!?

But once you get everyone in the same room no one will shut up.

So, basically, it’s like everytime you try to have a faculty meeting. Everyone is never free on the same night.

And Maggie Smith and Helen Mirren.

Dude, we need to put Stephen Fry in protective custody. Or like in a bubble. Or a vault. The precious must stay safe!

All the pygmy sloth hugs in the world for you, my friend.

His death hit me much harder than David Bowie’s. I loved his work, and I’m not an HP fan. His Colonel Brandon was simply beautiful. And he was a good person. The world is a sadder place for his loss. Safe journey, Alan.

Someone please hide Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen.

2016

I hate that I’m old enough for people I consider legends to start dying. I’m so wrung out from Bowie’s passing that the suckerpunch that is losing Alan Rickman has knocked me flat.

“Always.”

cool that will be .77

I would be uncomfortable and insulted if someone brought my husband into the conversation in the workplace. The wording seems crafted to insult her, and that is inappropriate. There is a way to disagree and dialogue in a professional setting, and this is not it.

She has a PhD in economics and has worked in the field for decades. He’s basically negating her entire career, and saying her husband must know more than her... even though she has co-authored papers with him and clearly knows her shit.