Sentences with phrase «finally caught up on work»

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I can catch up on work, clear out my inbox, and finally see the latest episodes of my favorite shows.

Novembre finally accepted the call while catching up on some work at a restaurant bar in Woods Hole.

I've finally been at home for a little longer than a fortnight, catching up on family and friend time over the Easter long weekend break and also catching up on work and delayed content.

After being sick all week, I'm finally feeling like myself again so I'm spending the day catching up on work, errands, & life.

Finally I'll have time to rack up on sleep, work on home projects, spend some time in the kitchen trying out new recipes, catch up with friends, oh and get my vacation on with the hubs in Miami (this I am most psyched about).

So you've worked up the confidence to finally ask that person who's been catching your eye on a date, and — what's more — they've accepted!

So when they finally got a little caught up on the carbon work, they started building their own shooting brake.

And finally, if you were hoping to use Kindle for iPhone to catch up on the top news stories or blogs on your way to work, or perhaps to flip through the latest issue of The New Yorker, you're out of luck: Kindle for iPhone doesn't support Kindle newspaper, blog, or magazine subscriptions.

Managed to catch up on GameSetLinks, finally, and we're starting out with Michael Abbott's Brainy Gamer blog discussing why it feels like Suda51's output is worth considering as a body of work, as opposed to just some games that he happened to work on — an interesting distinction.

It was on the occasion of his recent exhibit All Day at Betty Cuningham Gallery (February 28 — April 4, 2015), in cooperation with Jason McCoy Gallery, that I was finally able to view his latest output, and to sit down with him afterwards on - site to catch up and discuss his work, and more.

More than anything Glaenzer says he is ready to embrace change: admitting that he had become increasingly unhappy working in early - stage venture and now very clearly a burden on Passion, he doesn't dispute that a simple version of this story is that the events of 2012 have finally caught up with him.

On the work side of the equation, Apple is bringing real - time collaboration to its iWork Suite, finally catching up to Google Docs.

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.