Sometimes when it’s a “work at home” day and my toddler naps, instead of working I lay in bed and watch something like “Call The Midwife” or “MadMen” on my tablet while eating a little dark chocolate or Chicago Mix popcorn. Jus’sayin’.
I tell people I’ve been in Skype meetings all morning, but really I just wanted to not answer the phone.
I only have 7 followers on Twitter. It reminds of me singing in the shower: I can say/sing anything and no one knows or cares.
Science report writing requires an entire jar of Nutella: one spoonful per paragraph.
What is that noise in the background? This was often the question I heard during teleconferences. Yes, I pumped my breast milk while I was on teleconferences. I did try to mute myself as often as I could.
I generally wear pants when taking video calls from my home office, but I do take a page from the TV anchors and keep the sweatpants on my lower half while the top is all business.
Sometimes I stalk my exes on Facebook while on conference calls. And conference calls should never last more than 30 minutes. Ever.
Is it so terrible that I’ve muted conference calls to pee? #whennaturecalls #homeofficelife
I became an artist, not for some lofty ideals or talent or passion, but because I fell in love with the smell of Toluene and Xylene.
Tell me I didn’t suffer through 8 years of computer science to walk my mother through iPhone settings.
Powerpoint on a Friday afternoon? You’re dead to me.
There’s always one really handsome, sociable guy in every biology department. But never more than one.
Ever received a grant and then realized your proposal was a crappy idea?
I think we should do peer reviews of coworker haircuts.
Even a prodigy needs a bad grade once in a while. Gotta help them stay hungry.