You know, assuming I go through with my plan to stop working and hit school full time x2 to finish up my degree in 2 years, I'm going to miss my job.

The following is an IM conversation with my Boss while he had to wait at home for some garage door guy (over MSN, for the record):


We Fear For Our Lives says:
You finally got a call, if you can remember wild west domains - apparently your reseller account there is about to expire

The Real Problem says:
k

We Fear For Our Lives says:
I'm assuming you don't care, but do you want the number?

The Real Problem says:
put it on my desk

We Fear For Our Lives says:
k

The Real Problem says:
whats going on if anything

We Fear For Our Lives says:
internet bit it for about 20 minutes, I had lunch, and I should be close to finishing the broadstone template this hour. Real exciting.

The Real Problem says:
no amanda?

We Fear For Our Lives says:
want to place bets on whether second skin (the company name of a client) actually shows up or not?

We Fear For Our Lives says:
well, she isn't scheduled for another 30 minutes

The Real Problem says:
50 50 probably