Sentences with phrase «under my desk so»

So who at NBC was like, «Sure, Mr. Lauer, we can install a button under your desk so that you can lock the door remotely.»

I actually used some small command hooks to run the cords under the desk so you can't see them.

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So, don't skip around the hallways in delight or crawl into a fetal position and hide under your desk.

You are a genius and this is so delicious I just want to hide under a desk and eat the hole pan!

These flats have a flexible sole, so you will be able to fold them up and store them in a shoe bag inside your purse or under your desk at work for quick changes.

Now I work in an office that is FREEZING 99 % of the time and so despite it being warm outside and at my home, I'm sitting in long pants, hoodies and under blankets while at my desk!

And I feel you - my office is cold year - round, so my space heater is always running under my desk, despite the fact it may be August + 95 degrees outside!

With both the tops covering up well I thought accessories were best kept to a minimum so I went for a sparkly clutch (most likely kept under the desk with phone in or some mints — or something a judgey sort of person may need).

In one of film's loveliest scenes, he moves his office chair back so Scooty and Jancey can hide from Moonee under his desk.

«So he would hide under his desk and cry until writing time was over.

At present it is kept under my computer desk so I can easily bring it out to check my appearance or even touch my make - up on occasionally.

Now Evan moves into the room, heads over to the desk, the chair pushed back so hard against the wall by the paramedics that it left a dent in the plaster just under the window.

I was the kid reading books under my desk while the teacher was talking and the one who passed around a notebook between her friends so we could all write a story together, one character at a... [Continue reading]

Loft beds with a desk under are so practical.

Denning and marking territory is so instinctive to dogs that you often find them resting under your dining table or writing desk, really anywhere they can fit, and then habitually urinating on the same spot in your home.

Blue Monster - now appearing on a shirt near you I have a number of these shirts under my desk in the office ready for distribution so lets see where they end up.

Organizers have apparently figured out how to turn off the mic, so I take off my headphones and use these 15 minutes to cry softly under my desk in preparation for the next session.

And it fits inside the rear of compact cars, or under desks, so appears rather versatile.

Jumping from the desk to the shower, Ramsay stood under the water, exhausted, so he used again, and again at noon when he started crashing.

So we need to crawl under a desk, flip over the router to find the label, type each character, and, 10 minutes later, finally connect.

I used it for about an hour and a half of running and another 30 - 45 minutes of desk listening so far with just one charge under my belt.

The Aspire GX measures 6.9 x 15.7 x 18.2 inches, so it should fit on or under your desk quite well.

I am an avid hunter, so I would much rather be outdoors, walking a piece of land than sitting behind a desk under fluorescent lights all day!»

It is so cozy and Lulu is always lying either on the sofa or under my desk chair.

I had visions of myself cowering under a student's desk and screaming so I took a deep breath, told the kids I would be right back, and ran into my co-worker's classroom telling her she had to switch rooms.

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.

I also always wanted one of those raised beds with the desk area under it... but alas, I have grown up so much so, that I dream of making it for the grandkids.