Sigh
Am finally finished with Deadline of Monster Proportions. Have worked a sixty-something hour week and slept v. little for fear of disappointing Highest of Higher Ups. Is a yeller, that one. But so far, have not been yelled at… to the relief of this gal.
Two glad-to-be-finished margaritas later, am feeling quite sleepy and absolutely retarded.
Quick! Fish! Do simple math to save the lives of this group of small children!
Uhhh… um, well, I…
Indeed. Just that retarded.
Hmmm,
Congrats on the deadline. Trying to imagine
what kind of math would save the lives of
small children. Umm, seems like it must have
something to do with Otter Pop doseage?
Here’s one:
How many moles of NaOH must be mixed with this 3.8 molal solution of HCl, so that when I spray it on this group of small children, they will be safe, rather than burnt ugly?
Glad you made your deadlines, must be such a relief. Margaritas sound well deserved..good for you.
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I can’t imagine working somewhere where someone would be yelling at anyone.
Aren’t there Human Rights Codes that employers have to follow?
Helping small children is great. For starters, don’t let them drink margaritias.