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Oh, good. I was just about to suggest going some place where you could access WiFi from a parking lot, if there is such a place near you.

Give them two weeks notice and be prepared for your boss to tell you that you can go ahead and leave now. If she does, leave right away, but be sure to let HR know that you gave two weeks notice and she told you to leave now. Make sure you have everything in writing. If you email anything to anyone from your work email, cc or bcc your personal email so you will have a copy of everything when you can no longer access your work email. It's all about covering yourself.

Can't they put something at the bottom that says the video was pretaped (or whatever the right term is -- I was print, not TV)? I'm in marketing now, and that's what we've been doing for photos. We've been attaching information that says clearly when the photos were shot so people won't get all up in arms about no one wearing masks (because they will without thinking about when the photos might have been taken).

There are many more than three Virgin River books. The author also has several other series. I liked Thunder Point as well. https://www.robyncarr.com/book-list/

Or ran (well, swam and then ran) away. This also seems unlikely because if you were going to do that, why would you take your young son out on the boat with you and then just leave him there? Also, I may have watched too much TV and read too many crime reports.

My mother always calls me on her cell phone, which is as clear as her landline used to be. She doesn't call anyone on her landline because it will cut off right in the middle of the call. She has AT&T, which is all that is available to her. I know other people who also have AT&T out of necessity, and it does the same thing to their landlines. She also has internet with AT&T, and it's flaky.

Both Preacher and Jack come off better in the books.

My first college roommate's father was a doctor. According to her, he used to advise people with athlete's foot to pee on their feet in the shower. I never had athlete's foot and probably wouldn't have tried it anyway, so I don't know if it works. I doubt that is why people are doing, but I suppose some of them could be peeing in the shower for that reason.

I did not know that I could see if people had read their messages. Thank you!

I get ones that I think are from actual people, but their laughs sound robotic. They all start with a stupid joke about their spouses or children or whatever. The last time I got one I stopped the guy and asked if the dumb joke was in the script he was given. I know it was a real person because I stumped him. He didn't know what to say and stammered a bit before trying to go on, but then I asked him again and tried to have a conversation about it. He finally hung up. It's been a while since I've gotten one of those calls.

I'm pretty sure I saw masks like that used on Grey's Anatomy in February when there was a deaf doctor consulting on a case.

I've been rewatching this season -- except for episode 6, which I can't find anywhere but on CBS -- and Andrew looks like Matthew Morrison to me. I'm disappointed Hulu doesn't have episode 6 because that's the one in which Osten is terrorized by the pelican. I still can't believe they kept Osten as long as they did and kept talking about how strong he was and how much they needed him. He let the tribe down in challenges over and over again.

I have trouble ending phone conversations. That's one reason I hate talking on the phone. I also sometimes have trouble ending conversations in person, too, unless I have somewhere I have to go right away.

My family (well, mostly my dad's side of the family) has always loved to argue. They were never mad about it, though. They just liked to argue about things. I believe in that family it was considered "discussing." It was entertainment. Nobody ever stormed off, and certainly no one ever got physical about anything. If there was a disagreement, everybody still liked everybody else as much as they did before. Also, nobody got personal and called anybody names.

I hate all things in the office that require people to donate money (or gifts), unless it is a charitable fundraiser type thing. (For instance, sometimes our office group adopts a family at Christmas and gets presents for kids who otherwise wouldn't get presents. I'm fine with that. I'm also fine with people who don't want to participate for whatever reason. If you don't want to do it, just don't do it. Of course, I'm not in charge and have no power, but I will not think less of you if you don't. Everyone has their own financial priorities.) We are collecting now for two retirement gifts. I am giving less than some of the people, in part because I can't afford what they apparently can and in part because I know some of my co-workers can afford even less than I can and if I give less, it gives them an out not to give so much.

I like flowers. So do my cats. Flowers are apparently fun toys. I wish they weren't.

I also don't like wine. The only alcohol I can stand to drink is in drinks where the taste of the alcohol is covered up, and I always feel that if you are drinking it without tasting it, you're only drinking it for the way it makes you feel, and you might as well have a virgin drink. I realize this might not be true for everyone, but I think it is true for me, so I don't really drink. When I think about having a drink, usually a rum and Coke because that's easy, I ask myself if I really want it and if now is a good time. Usually I decide against it. I would never take wine to someone's house, though, because I don't know what good wine is or what kind of wine they might prefer. My husband does drink wine, but he's picky about it. He doesn't necessarily want expensive wine, but he does prefer particular kinds and particular brands. Really, if someone is coming to my house, unless it's some kind of potluck, they don't need to bring anything. I know it's supposed to be polite to bring a hostess gift, but I'm good without one, particularly something that I'm going to have to wonder if I should serve it while they are in my house.

I hate that. I'm nervous around dogs. I like them, but dogs, especially big dogs, scare me. I always want to tell people, "Sure, your dog is friendly to you. He knows you. He doesn't know me." Our neighbors used to have a big dog that barked at the fence (chain link) every time I went into the backyard. They said she was friendly and nice, but her bark did not say friendly and nice. It was not a friendly, nice, playful bark. It was a get-out-of-my-space bark. I don't know what happened to the dog and feel bad for them if it died, but I'm still glad it's gone because they never called that dog back in when it started barking at the fence. It made it hard to mow the lawn.

Did this person think Culloden was going to turn out well for the Scots? Do they know that Scotland is not a separate country today? I believe that is because the author put in a date that she thought was the end of the war, but didn't actually research what life was like in the UK during 1945, and no editor caught it. (Possibly the editor, if there was one, also did not know, which I think means another editor should have been assigned, and if no editor knew anything about WWII, then some of them should be fired and editors who read should have been hired. But I'm not in charge.) It also makes the dates not work with another date in later books. The first part of book 1 should have been set in 1946 at least, not 1945.

Look for earplugs recommended for shooting ranges.

Where I am (much farther south than you, I think), we get a lot of people criticizing Mexican restaurants they don't like as "not authentic Mexican food." And then I have to explain to them (in excruciating detail if it's someone I don't like very much) how Mexico is a big country with a lot of different styles of cuisine. If I really don't like the person, I go on to talk about how all cultures borrow foods from other cultures, and it's all authentic unless it's made of plastic or wood.

Did the person at least sign it?

It's not bastardizing. It's fusion.

I soaked the beans (that I was going to cook yesterday but couldn't) overnight and put them in the slow cooker. Seven hours later, they still are not anywhere near tender enough to eat. This is the first day this week I've actually cooked something for supper. I intended to every other day, but circumstances kept getting in the way. And it's looking like it might be sandwiches for supper anyway.

I was washing my Instant Pot lid and lost the sealing ring thing (not sure exactly what it's called because now I don't remember) off the float valve. The float valve also fell out, of course, because the sealing ring thing is the thing that keeps it from falling out. I found it in the disposal, but the sealing ring thing is nowhere to be found. I ordered a replacement (two replacements, just in case it happens again), but it's probably going to take a while to get here because I ordered from the company because Amazon doesn't have the original part. It has that part made (or at least sold) by other companies, but I'm iffy about buying non-original parts, particularly when they only have 40 or so reviews on Amazon. It's just been that kind of a week for me. I haven't cooked dinner once because every time I plan something, things get in the way. Perhaps I can use the slow cooker tomorrow.