My retired friends were gloating today that they will be hitting the beach down the Jersey shore tomorrow. Fucking olds.
I’m in Philly and it’s supposed to be 93 tomorrow. Ninety three. In October. Next week we’re supposed to see weather in the 60's and 70's. A couple weeks ago I was wearing a jacket a couple days during the week. At this rate we’ll be wearing shorts at Christmas. Distinct seasons are no more.
Another alternative, if you want to say thanks without coming off as weird is to write a note to the manager. There’s a risk the manager wouldn’t share the note with K but even if they don’t, you’re still giving kudos without coming across as creepy. If they do share it, bonus. Now K knows you both appreciate her… Read more
sure puts things into perspective eh?