When my dog was a puppy, he used to always be under my feet (because he's needy and the best). And he still kinda does it, but he understands the risks now
But when he was still learning: I was walking out the kitchen one day and he came from the side hall... and I was just walking, not trying to train. My poor dude got fully kicked by my stride, kinda literally body slammed into the wall. Like, foot to whole body... lifted and kicked against the wall :(
And he learned something that day... watch the fuck out, for self-preservation's sake. We never had an issue like that again. I never tripped over him anymore; he instead learned how to maneuver. He'll still get under the feet sometimes, but he never gets "kicked". My dude learned that day, how to be aware and dodge.
He's currently sniffing under the bathroom door while I poop and type this. He's old now, and I'm heading to bed, so I'ma scoop him up into my bed and give him some snugs.
So yeah, never any ankle-breaking tripping after that little lesson, but still my needy boy. Did I mention he's the best?
Mental health days, needed to take a short trip. PTO is for personal time off; I never even give a reason for why I'm calling-in. I just make sure to give at least a 4-hour heads-up (though the policy is 3 hours before it's considered "unexcused") as a professional courtesy. Other than that, those are my days to use as I see fit.
Now if I have something planned ahead of time, of course I'll let them know way in advance. But sometimes shit pops up and the PTO is mine to use as needed. But that's just how I feel about it
Drunk you is probably overconfident in your own understanding. Personal anecdote though, in reagrd to me solving math problems. I loved being able to finally solve the problem, and it seemed "so simple" after so much time had been spent, mulling it over. And then sober me would realize how wrong I was because of a 'simple' mistake that drunk me made. I loved the "Ureka!" moments, but sober me would usually wreck it the next day
But again, that's my personal experience. Would love to know that's not your own experience. But just a friendly forewarning of "check your work more than twice"
That is not the case. It's a standalone device that you can play pc games on. It is very similar to the switch in design, but able to play a whole lot more. You should definitely look into it.
Ehh, smaller community, so a little bit slower for trends to fade. I'm ok with it though; I don't expect nonstop-fresh content here and I like that. People are able to post without bot-mods rejecting every submission... makes people feel included. So you kinda get a slower trend-fade, as people come-up with ideas. I get your point, but no reason to be crass about it. Try and lift each other up and what-not
Edit: The wife and I always use the term "rally". Like, "Here we go a-rallying again" or "we're rally-gals today". So maybe instead of "man-up", you could try "It's time to rally"?
At least an hour and 45 minutes... cause that's the longest I've been forgotten in the exam room. But I never peeked my head out or asked, I just kinda waited.
I don't know how much longer I would've waited without finally saying something... so yeah, seven hours seems reasonable to me
Ok, what are we referencing? Something in the back of my brain is tickling with remembrance, but I can't for the life of me scratch it. Please help
Edit: Camp Anawanna! Well holy shorts, I haven't thought about that in a very long time! For anyone else like me, they're referring to the show "Salute your Shorts"
Gonna fire up their N64 and hope they don't wake up too soon, cause I want some alone time with it... I ain't got one at home, and I'm tired of being wrecked in Golden Eye just because they get to practice every day after school. Shh shhh shhhh ... sleep a little longer my friend. Them chickens coming home to roost any day now
When my dog was a puppy, he used to always be under my feet (because he's needy and the best). And he still kinda does it, but he understands the risks now
But when he was still learning: I was walking out the kitchen one day and he came from the side hall... and I was just walking, not trying to train. My poor dude got fully kicked by my stride, kinda literally body slammed into the wall. Like, foot to whole body... lifted and kicked against the wall :(
And he learned something that day... watch the fuck out, for self-preservation's sake. We never had an issue like that again. I never tripped over him anymore; he instead learned how to maneuver. He'll still get under the feet sometimes, but he never gets "kicked". My dude learned that day, how to be aware and dodge.
He's currently sniffing under the bathroom door while I poop and type this. He's old now, and I'm heading to bed, so I'ma scoop him up into my bed and give him some snugs.
So yeah, never any ankle-breaking tripping after that little lesson, but still my needy boy. Did I mention he's the best?