Not exact matches
For example, if you're an introvert who wants to network
more often, it's hard enough to drag yourself to an
office happy
hour, let alone do it
after a long, stressful day.
To think he'd be
more productive
after an
hour plus commute each way, to get to an
office where he can't do anything he can't do here, is ridiculous.
The baby needed Isabel all the time, so he decided he would just put in
more hours at the
office, because
after all, it was his job to provide for his family.
After a full day at the
office, mothers come home to another eight
hours (or
more) of work raising children and managing the home.
About three
hours after Rockefeller & Co. e-mailed a holiday greeting to
more than 1,000 clients and «friends,» someone in the
office at 30 Rock realized they had divulged the e-mail addresses of all the recipients, including David Rockefeller and Happy Rockefeller.
It's one of those wardrobe staples that will work perfectly with tailored pieces for the
office, but you'll love it even
more with just a peek of a lacy underpinning showing for
after hours.
Cimino made four
more movies
after «Heaven's Gate,» 1985's «Year of the Dragon,» 1987's «The Sicilian,» 1990's «Desperate
Hours» and 1996's «Sunchaser,» but none received the critical acclaim or box
office success of his earlier work, due in part to the taint of «Heaven's Gate.»
Congratulations!You did it!You graduated!All the hard work, long
hours, extra jobs... and student loans!But it was all worth it!Now, for the logical next steps
after school: corner
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We finally landed in Yeji, the end of the line, at about 1:15 am,
after more than 30
hours on the water from Akosombo, or nearly 40
hours if I count the lost time at the ticket
office trying to get a cabin, waiting to board and then once aboard waiting
hours for the ferry to shove off.
If you are not 100 % satisfied with your lesson, you may inform our reservation staff in the
office no
more than 1
hour after the lesson begins.
So,
after your two
hours are up, understand that you've probably been
more productive than anyone else in your
office, and you deserve a break.
The moon sits in the sky outside your window mocking you as you lean back in your chair trying to get your eyes to focus to finish up the job so you can finally leave this wretched little
office more than 13
hours, 10 cups of coffee, and a roll of Tums
after you arrived.
Some of these are simple parties during the work day at the
office, while others are
more elaborate events to celebrate the holidays with their employees
after hours.
In the case of Fairfield Residential, updating its systems to route
after -
hours and overflow calls — when an
office's leasing agents are swamped, for instance — to the RealPage call center in Texas has resulted in 20 %
more leads that have turned into sales prospects.
It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client
office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and
more juddering at peak
hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter
office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set
office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude
after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.