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is this a back door brag that you have business meetings? |
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| Rabindranath Tagore |
I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present. |
| Darrell Issa |
Bureaucracies tend to grow and to brag about their growth based on how many individuals they have and how much money they spend. |
| Joel Osteen |
You have to come to your closed doors before you get to your open doors... What if you knew you had to go through 32 closed doors before you got to your open door? Well, then you'd come to closed door number eight and you'd think, 'Great, I got another one out of the way'... Keep moving forward. |
| Tony Abbott |
I think that people should come to Australia through the front door, not through the back door. If people want a migration outcome, they should go through the migration channels. |
| Chris Daughtry |
You have to think there's a reason for everything. When a door closes another door opens. |
| Jiddu Krishnamurti |
In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself. |
| Andy Rooney |
The closing of a door can bring blessed privacy and comfort - the opening, terror. Conversely, the closing of a door can be a sad and final thing - the opening a wonderfully joyous moment. |
| Britt Ekland |
I broke my ankle ten years ago so high heels are not an option unless I'm literally going door to door for a function. |
| Jesus Christ |
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. |
| Larry David |
It has to do - I think - with growing up in an apartment, with my aunt and my cousins right next door to me, with the door open, with neighbors walking in and out, with people yelling at each other all the time. |
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I had a dream that I was in a tall building that looked like hotel rooms and offices and I was waiting deep in this hotel-room type looking thing (but much bigger) around a bunch of corners for someone to open this door and try to assassinate me. There were a lot of mirrors so even though I was way in the back as far from the door as possible, I could still see the door and I was just waiting for it to open.
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meetings held in the forest with the tree people
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Roberta sips her coffee as she slumps into the back of her chair and gazes through the window at the umbratic front yard. The sky dims and releases a sigh of a breeze wafting in the opening droplets of the rainfall’s exposition. More drops join in accelerating toward the earth, casting a breeze from their path. The plants shake off their winter shivers and the grass sways to catch a drop on each angle of every blade.
It’s a good day to bring the plants outside.
Roberta wheels her chair to the kitchen making her way to the makeshift greenhouse; the kitchen sink and a lamp clamped atop the adjacent cupboard casting white on green tangles of vines and leaves between the sink and window sill. She plucks the aloe plant within reach from the edge of the sink, places it on her lap, and wheels t...
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Some decisions are consequential and irreversible or nearly irreversible -- one-way doors -- and these decisions must be made methodically, carefully, slowly. ... If you walk through and don't like what you see on the other side, you can't get back to where you were before. We can call these Type 1 decisions. But most decisions aren't like that -- they are changeable, reversible -- they're two-way doors. If you've made a suboptimal Type 2 decision, you don't have to live with the consequences for that long. You can reopen the door and go back through. Type 2 decisions can and should be made quickly by high judgment individuals or small groups.
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I had a dream that I was in someone's house but it wasn't their normal house, it was this huge weird house that had all these rooms with open walls into stairwells and she lived there with her mom. For some reason, I was in the house but no one else was and there was a deer with big pointy antlers walking around and it was going to attack me and I ran in a room and closed the door and it was charging at the door and it's antlers were poking through. It was really angry.
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bitch can not stay sitting. does no work. constantly in the programming departments business with no business in the programming department. DO YOUR WORK. QUIT LOOKING AT ME.
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"BEND, Ore. (AP) — There are challenges that come with running the last Blockbuster Video on the planet.
The computer system must be rebooted using floppy disks that only the general manager — a solid member of Gen X — knows how to use. The dot-matrix printer broke, so employees write out membership cards by hand. And the store’s business transactions are backed up on a reel-to-reel tape that can’t be replaced because Radio Shack went out of business."
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At my work, we have meetings about how to improve software that doesn't exist, and probably never will. Most people pretend to read documentation about how the software works. Cuz I just write it for fun obviously ::emoji of an elephant doing the quirk jerk:: when they suggest software to use, I just ask them to do a competitive/comparative analysis if possible, and that usually solves it.
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I had a dream that my friends were at my parent's house for a party I was throwing. I was really busy so I was downstairs working on something on my computer but they were all upstairs in this tiny room that had three beds in it. They were laying there talking. I came up once to see how they were doing and they tried to make me play heads-up-7up, but I told them I didn't like that game and I didn't know how to play and I left. They thought my reaction was funny and went back to what they were doing. Downstairs I was working and drinking a huge strawberry milkshake.
One of my friends was leaving and I heard her go out the front door so I went to follow her to say bye. She went out and I couldn't find shoes so I went out barefoot. She didn't see me at all and got in her car. I was going af...
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75 lb pitbull ambush hate crimed me as I was getting out of my car. Luckily it jumped on the door, so I didn't actually get out, and then proceeded to attack every part of my car. Tried to back out and get away without hitting it, but it was pretty angry. Speeding off trying to lose it, next thing I know it's outrunning me at 25mph while attacking my car. Tried really hard not to run it over, but I'm pretty sure I hit and ran parts of it over, and it was still faster than my car, and simultaneously attacking it. Finally lost it with some trick maneuver (very fast turn). Called the police. The police then called me back saying that the owners called 911 because their crazy 75 lb (so it was probably bigger) pit bull escaped. The police also called me when the dog was recovered because they rightfully assumed I was too scared to leave my car after my initial description, and the owners' description. Seriously like a bad stress nightmare, but in real life. Horrifyingly jumped see...
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