I’d get out of it. Now.
Come up with some unassailable reason. Like maybe jury duty in the weeks before; you can still attend the wedding, but it’s just not fair to take such a *WUNNNderful *experience away from another LUCKY gal (who would just JUMP at the chance) who’d be able to shoulder the SACRED responsibilities better than you.
Seriously, let someone do it who wants to hear about the wedding nonstop.
ETA: If I were your SO or brother or BFF, I’d be glad to fake an illness to get you out of “B-Maid Busy-ness”
Job interviewers. They suck, at least most of the ones I’ve run into in the last couple of years.
The most recent one takes the cake, however. Why waste so much time talking to me, lecturing me about the job (basic stuff which is covered in the training courses to prepare you to do this job in the first place), actually making me take notes, and even making a copy of the notes after the interview and giving me a copy like they are something to be treasured by me for years to come. Really? Really? All that, which took at least an hour-and-a-half, and of course you don’t call me back.
I’m not saying I don’t need any tips or that I know all about this type of job because I don’t - I’m a newbie. But really, everything this guy told me to write down was very basic Dummies 101 stuff that’s out there in every beginner textbook on the subject. If you don’t want to hire me and are too chicken to say so to my face, you could at least have the courtesy to just let me leave rather than hold me captive for so long for no reason other than to give me your infinite wisdom (gag).
I feel like such a patsy now. A beggar. I should have just told him where to stick his notes and left. Ugh. :mad:
Curlie, I’m sorry for doubting you. I guess I just want to walk around with rose colored glasses all the time.
I’m trying so hard to not be that sort of bride. In her defense, she is planning a once in a lifetime party. This really is all that she is thinking about. You are an out of area bridesmaid and good friend who is going to be involved in the party. She’s giving you all of the details that you would hear while getting dinner and then going to a movie.
Nooooooooo!!! Hemming anything is mindless and relaxing. Circle skirts are really easy because there is so much fabric and flare that a mistake won’t be noticed. Give it to me and I’ll do it for you.
The hard part is pinning the hem, but I assume that you have already done that.
I only have wifi on my iPad, so I may be limited on where I can use it to connect, but oh well, My parents just go an iPad and today I showed them how to use FaceTime so they can call via that when they’re travelling around the world and have wifi in their hotel, without paying a buck a minute or whatever to call via cellphone. Being in their mid 70’s, they were pretty darned impressed. My dad was laughing pretty hard that my mother walks into the room hearing my voice and he just holds the ipad up facing her and she talks to me from across the room for several minutes. Next I get to teach her how to do it so she can connect with her granddaughter.
The tablets seem so big. My Palm Tungsten is about the size of a 3x5 card, albeit thicker. It fits easily in my front pocket and it’s pretty light, even with the aluminum Rhino Hide case. And with my small hands, it’s comfortable to hold, too. AND it has a real keyboard. Tiny, one finger at a time, but real keys!
I dunno. Maybe I’m hitting fogeydom. Samsung has something called a Player which looks about the same size and shape. That could work. Maybe.
I’m still hanging onto my Palm Vx. Cool shape, interface, calendar. I keep hoping somebody’ll come up with awesome software to bring it into the 21st century.
I guess my minirant would be all these tablets and smartphones that take five clicks/swipes and then a bunch of typing (on an awkward keyboard) just to tell yourself “Meeting tomorrow at 2:15”. I’m going back to the “notebook in back pocket” app, so I can make a note in 1/10 the time.
Ha ha, I mean, I’m ranting about it, but it’s one of those ‘you hate your job? there’s a support group for that, it’s called the Pit!’ things. I love her and I’ll be enthusiastic for her, it’s just that it’s the focal point of our friendship right now.
Oh, good, glad you can cope. Then you can ignore my knee-jerk advice. I just hate that stuff so much.
… I guess what I really hate is self-centered people, and I wouldn’t want to be around someone talking nonstop about their recital at Carnegie Hall that’s six months away, either.
Idea! Maybe you could say “You need a break from worrying about the wedding. Let’s have lunch/movie/drinks where no one gets to even mention the wedding!”
AHHH, dude fuck. FUCK OFF! Leave me ALONE! You do NOT have to stick your stupid head in every time you walk by and say something.
Just because you have overheard me talk about my life in conversations with other people doesn’t mean you get to ask me things like “So, when are you moving out?” or “Where are you looking at moving?” I don’t talk about those things with people I’m not comfortable with, and I’m sure as fuck not comfortable with you. You’re stupid, you’re crude, and in the 5 or so years I’ve known you I have yet to hear you utter a single sentence that I would consider a valuable addition to the conversation.
No, to answer your question from first thing this morning, I did not watch Ms. Goddamn America or Maury Cocksucking Povitch.
Your second question: I like my new office just fine. It’s the 9th time you’ve asked. Thanks for moving all my shit downstairs, I appreciate it as I have told you. If you’re waiting around for a quick handjob as a token of my appreciation, it’s not going to happen.
Third: No, I don’t know when I’m moving out of my house, or where I’m going. Actually, I know the exact answer to both those questions, it’s just none of your fucking business.
Fourth: I didn’t see the YouTube video of the guy cleaning his house, or whatever dumbass shit. Can I believe he got 3 million views? Yes I can, because there are plenty of mouth breathers like you who will watch it 6 times.
Fifth, I know that my potential office mate has big titties. Your observation that you don’t even mind that she’s a little bit heavy is super-sweet.
I was just about to say that if you’re looking, the old lady down the street is moving into assisted living, so a really sweet place right on the park with a view of the lake’ll be available. How much you thinking of spending? Got financing? Cause I know this great gal at my bank, oh, and my cousin’s a financial planner who’s awesome at crunching those numbers. Need help moving in? Hey, as soon you get that place, we should got to Ikea and look at bookshelves.
ETA the obligatory mini-rant: We have to drive a couple of hours (to another state) to go to IKEA. Grrr… we used to make an IKEA/Trader Joe’s/Container Store run, but at least we now have a TJ’s down the street. But damn, I really need cheap, cleverly-designed-from-plebian-materials home office stuff.
I’m pitting whatever is wrong with me that’s caused me to have three migraines in the last week. The second one was expected, I get one at a certain time every month, but the other two, WTF?
The one I got yesterday came on so suddenly I wonder if I accidently got a diet Pepsi at the hockey game. Artificial sweeteners are one of my big triggers. I didn’t even think about that until just now. I’m feeling better today, but I’m still a bit foggy.
When I was in grad school, any meeting for fun would carry the threat of “anybody who mentions chemistry, makes a chemistry joke, or says the name of a chemical compound other than ‘water’, will end in the pool.” Eventually we added “and anybody trying to rules-lawyer this rule will end in the pool and get dunked in it repeatedly.”
I wish my Facebook friends would stop losing their damn minds. It saddens me.
Also, folks, I live with a military service member, hang out with pretty much only military or former military people, and work for a military organization. So if I ask you to please cite where the president said he’s going to stop paying military people, it’s because I MIGHT have more of an insider’s perspective, and am tired of your chicken-little-ing.
