Word: nervousness
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...just cop to the fact that it could be us," she says. "If we're drawing a paycheck, we could be losing that paycheck. Period." Her new book, Rebound: A Proven Plan for Starting Over After Job Loss (FT Press) is intended for those who are nervous about their job security or find themselves on the unemployment line. With 3.6 million jobs lost since the recession began in December 2007, that's a lot of people. TIME senior reporter Andrea Sachs reached Finney at her office in Santa...
...commit crimes for a living. Not an entirely fair characterization, to be sure, but it's a safe bet that the decision by Swiss bank UBS to turn over the names of some accused tax evaders has a few of the world's richest criminals a bit nervous. (See 25 people to blame for the financial crisis...
...baptized with hair gel and issued an EU passport. They would then ritually remove their undershirts and offer libations to the Almighty Moolah—while grinding with a drunk freshman. Our Queen Drew Faust, now is your chance to make a great leap forward. We understand you are nervous about managing all of these enormous projects. However, we know one brave little Gungan who is up to this task. Uh oh, ME-SA BACK! [1] Hint: It’s making Registrar Barry S. Kane very jealous.[2] Dear Microsoft, Thank you for installing Jar Jar Binksian in Microsoft...
However, Iman, the woman sitting next to me, nervously pressed her face to the window and confessed that she was scared - not so much of the flight, she said, as just coming to Baghdad. She was Kuwaiti, she explained, and had not been to Baghdad in 20 years. She had come to sell a house she owned but had never lived in. "My husband said I must not go, but I must," she told me. "'Baba,' I said, 'It is in God's hands.'" She was particularly nervous because her friends in Baghdad had told her they could not meet...
...don’t like being lost. I’m too nervous and too timid to appreciate the thrill of disorientation. When I returned to campus as a sophomore last fall, I reveled in the comfort of the familiar. I knew with confidence where each new step would take me, and when bewildered freshmen approached me for help, maps clutched to their chests, I gave them indulgent smiles and pointed them in the right direction. With amiable condescension, I’d watch them scuttle off to their next ice cream social in Ticknor, and feel relieved?...