Sentences with phrase «sound like extra work»

This might sound like extra work, but it's designed to keep you safe.

This may sound like extra work, but you are teaching yourself to recognize value in the process and can hone in on areas where the Pinny Lean deviates from the market number, which presents another opportunity to make money.

Not exact matches

On one hand, most pregnant moms probably could use a little extra cash, so working overtime sounds like a good idea.

You could pack an extra outfit, but that sounds almost like work.

I love that the rear channels still twinkle with activity during the quietest scenes, not just because it spares neither the characters nor the viewer a lurking sense of danger, but also because it shows the sound designers going the extra mile, like everyone else who worked on Fury Road.

Complete unit of work with HTML, CSS and Javascript examples; 6 lessons; extra resources like sound files, images, web pages, challenges etc are also included along with a sample HTML quiz

I haven't yet taken the bite to have any of my works translated into another language (mostly because I'm busy writing new stuff, and that sounds like a lot of extra work!)

The 203k FHA loan sounds like a great deal, especially for those who are willing to put in a little extra work to get a greater return.

Thanks for the post Dan... I've not been a landlord, but sounds like it could be a good way to make some consistent side income, (ideally) without a ton of extra work.

I've seen some people use newspaper (as seen in 1 of the picture examples) but to me that sounds like a VERY messy option that will take a lot of EXTRA work to keep clean.

Kinda interesting, sounds like they just removed the «extra fun hours playing games» and treat the workplace more like a working place, hopefully I misunderstand it a bit though!

And gosh, that sounds like a lot of extra work.

All of this may sound like a lot of extra work, but the result is worthwhile.

Cost comparatively, a pair of $ 300 Bluetooth headphones won't sound as good as good as a wired pair simply for the fact that the wireless version need extra components like a battery or onboard DACs in order to work.

This might sound like tedious extra work, but in the long run it might help you organise your time better.

While all of this advice may sound like a lot of extra work, it is exactly the kind of investment that Anna Dickinson is talking about.

Although it may sound like a lot of extra work to alter your CV for each new job you apply for, it is possible to integrate information seamlessly with very little effort.

It sounds like late payments cause extra work for the PM making phone calls, typing letters, delivering them, making additional runs to the bank for late deposits, 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.