Noodle is a fine enough word on it’s own.
My day went something like this:
“I just emailed the quote to you.”
“You sent it?”
“Yes, I just emailed it to you.”
“To my email address?”
…
I miss, tremendously, those one to two days a week that I was previously able to work from home. Despite the fact that continued breaks and ever present distractions led to longer than 8 hour days, the experience was well worth it. Fresh coffee, comfy clothes, soothing music, Twin Peaks in the background; these things make almost any job bearable. I’d settle, though, for the ability to wear my sweats to work and smoke at my desk. But such is not the state of things. I am still looking for employment elsewhere, but I have somewhat resigned myself to staying put for a few more months. The March bonus factors strongly in that equation, especially with Vegas coming up in April. Sweet lord of all that is unholy, let me last that long. Vegas, baby, Vegas.
As a completely random aside, I have an intense dislike of the word canoodle. If you use this word in my presence, I will stick a spork in your eye.
