Definition, Pronunciation, Synonyms, Antonyms & Examples Sentences of officious.
An all–access pass to Sex, Love, and Rock 'N Roll. Because what happens on tour doesn't always stay on tour...From Australia to the world…Chicago. The last stop of their wildly successful US tour sees Australia's biggest rock band, The Screaming Tuesdays, in sultry, summertime Chicago to play two sold–out shows. But the stage is not where the action is, and no one knows what goes on behind the scenes... Never send a woman to do a man's job. Yanis Drakos lives for his job, and nothing and no one will get in the way of what he wants. Especially not Carson Swift, the dominant, officious, distracting, alluring, entirely too enticing tour manager who clearly needs to learn a lesson about who's in charge. Secret Confessions: BackstageReading order: Yanis–Lexxie CouperTheo–Zaide BishopKelly–Shona Husk
If you’ve ever dreamed of having your financial officer officiate your office wedding—well, you’re officially alone there. But we won’t meddle in your business; if we suggested a more, um, 'charming'
René suddenly feels like an old man. He is both comforted and annoyed by the officious care provided by his Russian nurse, Olga. René just wants to keep dressing elegantly, as in the old days of playing piano in women-only cabarets. What if a friend--or lover--decides to visit? And they do. René is soon joined by the writer Johnie, the musician Doudouline, the theologian Polydor, the painter l'Abeille, and Gérard, a lover of forbidden pleasures. They support each other, offering shelter from the cold, snowy world outside. They celebrate together, intoxicated, convincing each other that no ill fate can reach them in their cocoon. They reminisce about past loves, tragedies, fights. The Stonewall riots. The AIDS pandemic where they lost so much. They steel themselves to take on the monster of bigotry and intolerance whenever it rears its ugly head, as it always does, again and again. Most of all, they find comfort and hope in each other's presence, and in the fight that so many are continuing: to assert our own identities, and not be defined by what society expects. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781772603507 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Second Story Press Publication Date: 10-17-2023 Pages: 260
Secularism is about separating church and state, not disbelief. Mixing it up with atheism serves only the right
If you’ve ever dreamed of having your financial officer officiate your office wedding—well, you’re officially alone there. But we won’t meddle in your business; if we suggested a more, um, 'charming'
Missing (M.A. Reilly, art journal 2016) I. Ma'am, we can't change that account. Call us back after he's dead. II. This was the last comment made by an EZ Pass NJ customer service representative when I phoned EZ Pass NJ in early March, 2016. I made the call while standing in my kitchen, looking at my husband who was sleeping in a hospital bed in the adjacent room. He would die within the week. I was phoning EZ Pass because Rob's debit card number had been stolen while he was a patient at Kessler Rehab and then used to purchase $800 worth of music equipment from a shop in Tennessee. I had canceled all of his cards and realized I needed to update payment information. This was relatively easy with the exception of EZ PASS. I had asked the rep to change the account from Rob's name to mine. I learned that because Rob was still living, the account could not be changed without his approval. I explained that Rob was dying and unable to communicate as he was comatose. That's when she said quite chipper, Ma'am, we can't change that account. Call us back after he's dead. To say I was shocked would not be hyperbolic. Apparently matters of life and death are not sensitive concerns for some at this NJ office. I needed a death certificate to make an account change, although I was able to change the payment method. Frankly after the abrupt way the representative had spoken to me, I forgot about EZ Pass all together. I had a lot to contend with those days. III. A few weeks ago I thought I lost the debit card I use for business expenses. I have been unusually forgetful this year which I am not surprised by. So, I went on line and cancelled the card only to find it five minutes later in my pocket. When I got the replacement card, I made the changes to accounts where I had used the previous card very easily. Then earlier this week, I was traveling through a toll booth on the Garden State Parkway when I got a message to phone EZ Pass and I realized I had not updated the payment method. I tried to take care of that earlier in the week. Because the EZ Pass account is still in Rob's name and correspondence goes to an email no longer in service, I don't have access to the account number and the representative would not tell me the account number even after I was able to verify the secret pin number, address, etc. Oddly, after that long exchange she asked me to verify who she was speaking with. I told her my name again and she said she could only tell Robert Cohen that information. I explained again that my husband had died 13 months ago. You need to send a copy of the death certificate and a letter indicating why you are requesting the account to be changed. You must include the account number in the letter. I'm sorry, but I don't know the account number. I don't receive any information from you as I could not change the account email address last year, just the payment. The email is no longer in use as Rob has died. Yes, but you must include the account number in the letter in order for us to change the account. So, how can I reference the account number in the letter? Are you sure you can't tell me the number? No, I can only tell Mr. Cohen. After learning that little could be done, I finally thought to ask, Is there another way I can learn what the account number is? Yes, I can send that information to Mr. Cohen in the mail. Ok, please do that. This afternoon an envelope arrived addressed to Mr. Robert Cohen. I suspect Rob is somewhere laughing. Officious people can be tiresome and draining and frankly absurd. For now, the account remains in Rob's name, but I have all the info now.
Yvonne deSousa's diagnosis of relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis came with an insightful declaration from a new doctor ("MS sucks") and a brother's helpful advice ("You could totally get one of those handicapped parking plates now"). What followed was a year of MS-adventures: "accidentally" kicking an officious male doctor in the crotch, becoming an undercover agent to pay for medication made from Chinese hamster ovary cells, discovering the amazing effects of legal speed, and battling her arch-nemesis, the dreaded food group: vegetables. Throughout her MS journey, Yvonne learned how to use humor to find acceptance in her diagnosis, and how to smile in the face of a debilitating chronic illness. MS Madness will make you laugh while learning the real story of what MS, a disease that affects 400,000 Americans daily, can do to a perfectly normal person. Life with multiple sclerosis can be daunting, but Yvonne shares her giggles at the bizarre world she has unwittingly entered and the new perspectives it has given her on life. MS Madness makes us realize that with a sense of humor, we can survive anything.
