The glass armonica. I'm fluent.
~~I copied my college test answers to succeed on all the tests~~ If I was willing to share it, it wouldn't be a secret.
It depends on the breed.
Where I live, it's a 50/50 possibility. I have a few jobs (privatized media/social worker, inn coordination, artist, and assistant teacher within the outsourced school system where I'm simultaneously a student/classmate), and in all of these, it depends on the layout. The hallways winds around in two of these. And in the case of the inn, I don't really have an office per se.
Aren't most workplaces like this?
You're looking at it.
It's surrounded on all sides by the building it's in. No windows to the outside.
Quince cider. It's tart in just the right way.
The game of life.
The only rich person I knew was, ironically, one of my two best friends who is the daughter of an extremely wealthy Canadian. She was wonderful even if a little naive and was always surprised enough at how differently people live that she would try to fix it. Probably an exaggeration, but if you did so much as tell her that a family she was staying at was saving money and using sporks instead of spoons and forks, she's the kind of person who you'd expect to say "you can't pay for silverware? In Upstate New York? That's like Africa tier lifestyle. I'll give you a thousand dollars to fix the issue, nobody should be living like this." So she was kind of like a reverse form of uptight. She was also a devout Baha'i with Libertarian leanings, possibly with her father's Masonic activities rubbing off on her, and aside from being made of money, was the most street-smart of us.
"Tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are."
It's a saying used to express the idea people can be judged by what friends they have. It's just false though, as it assumes everyone else judges each other for their differences. By the same logic, everyone here must be an extrovert because everyone here hangs out with extroverts.
Are you sure it's a cold? It doesn't sound like one.