After listening to the messages, it becomes clear that the customer really didn't have an urgent need.
Not exact matches
One day last week,
after seeing my patients, I checked my
messages and
listened to one from a reporter wanting
to ask me some questions about World Breastfeeding Week (WBW).
It was later established that Dowler's phone had deleted the
messages automatically, 72 hours
after being
listened to.
Clegg's failure
to fall on his sword
after three poor election results in quick succession is now reinforcing the
message that, far from being a party that
listens, the leadership is now burying its head in the sand.
After patiently
listening to the adults» anti-bullying
messages the city school students returned
to song, dance and laughter
to send their anti-bullying
message to the public.
I just had
to share
after listening to this podcast because it's so crucial
to get the
message out.
But being forced
to listen to her
after we've failed
to recognize more subtle
messages isn't particularly sustainable.
After seeing a movie or an advertisement or
listening to a song, have you ever felt like a
message about individuals or groups might stick with you, even though you knew the
message is not true?
after reading or
listening to a passage, have them send text
messages to you, or
to peers, that identify either the main idea or details
Out of curiosity I
listened to it
after leaving the
message and sure enough it was «Patty» with the «Benefit Center» returning my call about student loan forgiveness and please call her back.
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MESSAGE.
If you
listened to last week's You Like the Worst Stuff, you might have heard me talk about the humorous
message I received from FIFA 14
after I had a bad game and used some, colorful metaphors.
They were motivated
to join Trees of Hope Project
after listening to a radio
message on how climate change is affecting farmers in Malawi.
I didn't sleep well, hustled into the office via a mailbox delivery
to my ex's place of the youngest's homework and orange clothes for Harmony Day,
listened to a
message on my phone from the eldest's school about her fringe being too long (WTF FFS), bolted home
after work
to let the fur babies inside, bolted back
to work for an office dinner (that's the gang in the main pic), realised on the way home that I need
to be at a work function on Wednesday morning at 6.30 am... which is the youngest's birthday; had a major panic attack over the youngest waking up parentless on her 11th birthday; sent a frantic
message to my ex asking if he could come over at 6.30 am on Wednesday; chatted briefly
to an exhausted DD as he drove home from work at 9.30 pm; felt my stomach drop slightly when he said «just don't blog about the howling dogs»; pointed out that those sort of suggested edits needed
to be made MUCH earlier
to avoid appearing in the blog...