I do roller derby. I eat food.
"Mr. and Mrs. Lupin, your son Remus was attacked by a werewolf. No offense or anything but what the fuck were you thinking with that name? Talk about tempting fate, I mean Jesus H Christ."
Every Single Time My Work Phone Rings
I don’t answer my work phone. As a rule.
I don’t know the password to my work voicemail (it auto-forwards a voice file to my email so I don’t need it to get my messages), which means I can’t put on a vacation message when I go away for two weeks. And it doesn’t matter. Because no one would ever phone me.
Just blocked off all the free time in my work calendar for the rest of the week with sessions titled “Nope” and “Too Bad.” No more meetings for me this week, just website building, website proof reading, website launching.