Pto Quotes

I understand this was a stressful shift for you," she said. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off? You've got some PTO saved up, I think.

you are dust,         and  p to dust you shall return.

for you are dust,         and  p to dust you shall return.

Give your servant therefore an understanding mind  p to govern your people, that I may  q discern between good and evil, for who is able to govern this your great people?

Six years ago I gave up cooking for Lent, and I haven’t looked back. The fact that I’m Baptist is completely irrelevant.

For false christs and false prophets will arise and  o perform signs and wonders,  p to lead astray, if possible,  q the elect. 23But  r be on guard;  s I have told you all things beforehand.

I knew I should go low carb, but I have a loyalty problem. Carbs are my friends and have gotten me through some really tough times. I feel that I need to support them in this cruel, low–carb world we live in.

15And it was allowed to give breath to the image of the beast, so that the image of the beast might even speak and might cause those who would not  oworship the image of the beast  pto be slain. 16Also it causes all, both small and great, both rich and poor, both free and slave, [5]  qto be marked on the right hand or the forehead, 17so that no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark, that is,  rthe name of the beast or  sthe number of its name.

For as the Father has life in himself,  zso he has granted the Son also to have life in himself. 27And he  ahas given him authority to execute judgment, because he is the Son of Man. 28Do not marvel at this, for  van hour is coming when  ball who are in the tombs will hear his voice 29and come out,  cthose who have done good to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil to the resurrection of judgment. Witnesses to Jesus 30 d“I can do nothing on my own. As I hear, I judge, and  emy judgment is just, because  fI seek not my own will  gbut the will of him who sent me. 31 hIf I alone bear witness about myself, my testimony is not true. 32There is  ianother who bears witness about me, and  jI know that the testimony that he bears about me is true. 33 kYou sent to John, and he has borne witness to the truth. 34Not that  lthe testimony that I receive is from man, but I say these things so that you may be saved. 35He was a burning and  mshining lamp, and  nyou were willing to rejoice for a while in his light. 36But  lthe testimony that I have is greater than that of John. For  othe works that the Father has given me  pto accomplish, the very works that I am doing,  qbear

Common sense doesn’t run rampant through the world. It’s reserved for the sarcastic.

I had no idea that Lakeside didn’t have its own jail.” I didn’t know that either. Learn something new every single day.

I’d learned the hard way that arguing with an idiot is completely useless. Since idiots don’t understand they’re idiots, they don’t respond well to logic.

Jesus would be serving gelato in hell before I spoke to him again.

I was positive that Marty had scooped out his own organs, chopped off his own head, and thrown himself out of the helicopter all to get away from Betsy.

we’d stick out like Hell’s Angels at a Scentsy party.

Many people had pointed out that talking someone to death was my superpower.

Monica rolled her eyes so far back inside her head she probably saw her childhood.

Some people have accused me of being a carb-o-holic, but I prefer to think of myself as a carb advocate. There are so many people hating on carbs these days that I feel they are an underserved food and someone needs to stand up for them. I’m the Joan of Arc of pasta.

No one with children had off-white furniture. Well, no one with kids had off-white furniture for long.

Monica and I are more like Trailer Trash Barbie. We cuss, eat tons of carbs, and believe that exercise is a form of mind control that we must resist.

She was like Wonder Woman minus the wedge boots. Speaking of wedge boots, would a warrior race of women really design their body armor with wedge boots? It seems to me that flats would be a better choice.

Since I can barely afford fish sticks and toilet paper, pedicures are right up there with thoroughbred horses and private jets on my list of things I’ll never have.

Said she’d rather kill people for a living than have her mother move in with her.

Puddy had dinner waiting,

When did you talk to my doctor?” I hadn’t talked to my doctor. Clearly my doctor had never heard of HIPAA.

If God had wanted me to learn how to cook, he wouldn’t have filled my smartphone with so many restaurant telephone numbers.

I was terrorizing them with an audiobook I’d gotten from the library, Prussian War Poetry.

You should always assign horrible jobs to people you hate. It makes life worth living.

I liked to think of as Gothic Safari Chic.

Mellie didn’t have a problem talking with her mouth full. Now that I saw it in action, I was never doing that again. Especially with red velvet cupcakes—kinda looked like an autopsy.

What does “clean as a whistle” even mean? The only time a whistle is clean is when it’s brand new. After, it’s all spit-logged and gross. Don’t even get me started on that weird, moldy smell.

My idea of civic-mindedness was paying my electric bill on time.

I wanted to ask her if being stupid was like being high all of the time, but I didn’t want to distract her.

Some people deserved to be murdered in some horrible, slow way.

He was Jesus with a beer gut. Who would want to kill Jesus? Well, apart from the Romans, who I’m fairly certain hadn’t come back from the dead and blown up Big Tommy.

There really aren’t words to describe her.” She thought about it for a second. “Well, maybe soul-sucking vampire who leeches the joy out of everyone she meets.

Maybe good lighting in a funeral home was a bad idea.

She was equal parts Austen’s Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Hogwarts Divination Professor Trelawney.

What did I love more, sex or pasta? That was a tough one.

Not nice” could mean a lot of things. Did Daman eat small children by the light of the full moon or tailgate the elderly?

If Southfork and the Alamo got together and had a big, fat baby, this would be it.

I’d expected a Mexican drug lord to look like Danny Trejo or a Hispanic Don Corleone, anything but a Latin soap star. It was disappointing.

Everyone had a hobby; mine was prejudging people.

Everyone had a hobby; mine was prejudging people. The fact that I was usually wrong about them didn’t deter me one bit. I’m not a quitter.

Okay, Molly was a hoarder? At least she was organized.

I don’t flock to anything. I’m not a big flocker.

Society as a whole had enough problems without his DNA peeing in the gene pool.

Could you bring me chocolates?” Only if they were spiked with Drano, but that didn’t seem like the best comment to make,

I was pretty sure she wasn’t here to thank me for signing her up for Cell Mate to Soul Mate—“where love shackles our hearts, not our hands”—an online dating site

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My life revolves around PTO. I know it's what everyone on the hamster wheel does. But is everyone else ok with it?

IZaberite dobro...odlučite se za ono pto je zaista važno..Kako bismo uočili ono što je ispravno trebamo dobro produdjivanje, a ne osudjivanje. Možemo slušati duhovna učenja i stavljati ih u praksu. Možemo uroniti u tišinu, u njoj istraživati svoje duhovne vrijednosti i dolaziti do rješenja. Kada je znanje ispravno usmjereno ono se vraća čistom i primarnom stanju jednostavnosti, i postaje značajno i korisno u svakodnevnom životu. Odvojite trenutak...da razvrstate svoje znanje...

Remember, executives ask for more all the time. Salary. Stock options. Bonuses. Additional PTO. Extra personal hours on the company jet. A nanny who travels with you and your baby if business takes you away from home. When you work in human resources, you see firsthand how leaders carry themselves into salary negotiations—with a sense of entitlement.

One team made a collective goal of each person having one night off per week. The “Predictable Time Off” (PTO) experiment featured a team commitment to rotate evenings where one person was totally disconnected from work and wireless devices.

Be perfect, but don’t make a fuss about it and don’t take time away from anything, like your family or your partner or your work, to achieve your perfection. If you’re really good, perfection should be easy. Don’t upset anyone or hurt anyone’s feelings, but say what’s on your mind. Dial the sexuality way up (after the kids are down, the dog is walked, and the house is clean), but dial it way down at the PTO meeting. And, geez, whatever you do, don’t confuse the two—you know how we talk about those PTO sexpots. Just be yourself, but not if it means being shy or unsure. There’s nothing sexier than self-confidence (especially if you’re young and smokin’ hot). Don’t make people feel uncomfortable, but be honest. Don’t get too emotional, but don’t be too detached either. Too emotional and you’re hysterical. Too detached and you’re a coldhearted bitch.

Maybe one day I’ll grow a filter from my brain to my mouth, but chances are if I haven’t grown one yet, I may be out of luck.

Take a night off: Scheduling leisure time throughout the workweek is just as important as taking vacation—and often easier to swing. When the Boston Consulting Group instituted a predictable time off (PTO) policy that gave each member of a six-person team one weeknight off a week, employees became happier, more relaxed, and less likely to quit. Team members also learned to be more mindful of one another’s well-being. “Even if we were working hard,” noted one consultant, “we were still looking out for each other to make sure that people were not getting burned out.

predictable time off (PTO), in which you take a planned night off—no email, no work, no smartphone.

Dad didn't hate weddings," Mae said. Her mom's brow creased. "Yes, he did," she said with a chuckle. "He was always going on about how he could go the rest of his life without hearing the wedding march ever again." "No, he didn't," Mae said more firmly. She set her fork down. "He hated going to your family's weddings. Because it meant being around a bunch of white people who were just subtle enough to keep their racism discreet." That did it. Susan froze. John took a long drink from his wineglass. Connor's gaze steadied on Mae, a haze of uncertainty in his eyes. Madison jerked her head back. Sierra watched her, looking vaguely curious. Her mom stared, mouth open. "It was inevitable," Mae continued. "Whenever we had to be around the Parkers. Someone would always say something borderline. Dad and I would exchange a look, like, Here we go. Every wedding, every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, every Easter, we would sit across from each other at a table full of white people and share our silent little looks." Her face was burning. Every pair of eyes at the table was laser-focused on her. Even Jayla, sitting one table over with the wedding party, was staring. Mae's mom opened her mouth, which just reminded Mae she had more to say. "I wish you'd told me about grandma being racist to Althea." It was mortifying, spilling her guts in front of her in-laws, but it was freeing, too. Like she was invincible. Like even though she was about to wreck her entire life, at least no one could stop her. You couldn't stop a hurricane. "You said you didn't want me to feel different around her, but, Mom, I already did. And I wish you'd told me I had a sister. Do you know how much less alone I would have felt, knowing Sierra was my sister? Being around family that looked like me? Instead of a grandpa who said the n-word in front of me when I was eight? Or my husband's mom asking me how dark my skin gets in the sun?" Susan paled. "Or a cousin who--- you know what, Madison," Mae said, catching her eye across the table, "it is racist to say you refuse to shop at Black-owned businesses, and I shouldn't have defended you when Sierra called you on it." Madison's cheeks reddened, and she looked like she was going to object, but Mae wasn't done. "Is it any wonder that I would drive to Hobson and sacrifice so much to stay there, burning through all my PTO, giving up my entire honeymoon, because I finally had a family that didn't make me feel out of place?