Sentences with phrase «draft getting any minutes»

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I just think it's funny how if the Bulls drafted Dunn and this was his first 20 games coming off an injury and getting more consistent minutes as the starting PG, how the excitement level would be different.

I think they will wait for the basic advantage they, and the Giants, get if there is a last minute change to the draft order.

Yes, I do tend to save drafts with body text & hashtags, but I find getting the picture up with tags & last minute cropping and editing takes me forever lol.

Just fill in the draft order form in two minutes and get your custom written draft in two hours.

In one ten minute session I got half of the quiz for participants drafted.

With Brief Catch, users get instant wording and organizational suggestions on their drafts, as well as up - to - the - minute scores on five proprietary writing measures.

Sending out generic resumes drafted in about 30 minutes appears to be a shortcut at first but this kind of approach will never get you a job and eventually will result in you spending even more time to get at least something.

MY perfect resume builder is a resume builder format or platform where you get to choose your own resume design, insert from the provided pre-written examples and complete your resume drafting in no more than a few minutes.

You get a 90 - minute draft session, plus two 60 - minute sessions to polish and refine both documents.

Here are some quick ways to take whatever you've got (blank screen, job description, old resume, first draft) and transform in with a 10 - minute power punch!

As general guidance, although attorneys charge for the time spent (normally in 6 - minute increments), it is always good to try to get a flat - rate price for routine items (e.g., entity formation, drafting an operating agreement, etc.).

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.