Lemmie I have a knack for bringin’ out the perv in people. Call it a gift. 
Good Morning al!! I am back to work today.There is breakfast in my future(sausage, eggs, hash browns), I was watching a hockey game last night, when I noticed an odd sequence of ads on the side boards: |SIEMENS|Viagra| .
Good luck on the job, SCL
Cute pup, kai. My mother has a pom/pom mix. K.C. hates cats, though.
Vbob, i guess the little old lady was disappointed about the lack of hose? 
rigs, I agree with swampy.
Oh, but you DID!
(Bolding mine. I rest my case.)
Good on you, jah! I luckily got a lateral promotion during a time where I was begging the lord to help me find a way out of my then current job…after 13 years. I’m a slow learner.
fcm, you just reminded me. I had close to a thousand spam e-mails when I got back to work that I had to junk. Our spam filters have to be set very low because we use e-mail for our press releases. Luckily, I can recognize most of them without opening so can select a batch and junk them all at once.
rigs, call the therapist. Wish I had one to vent to about now. Where is that no-cal nerve tonic, dammit!
boofae, Target is one of those stores you go into with intent to buy only one or two things you need and come out with a pink KitchenAide mixer or some such. I have a restraining order against the candle aisle there. 
The big boss and the little bosses are all at an offsite meeting this morning. Yay!
Tupug
**Puggy [del]ACSA[/del] ACBG said my butt barefoot. My butt does not have feet. There is no implication of nekkidity at all. You Prevert! 
Swampy, we are NOT preverts. You’ve just taught us all too well, is all.
Ugh, another ucky day at work. But, here I am. My day, so far, has gone better than my husband’s. They screwed up the paperwork for one of his deliveries, so now he has to sit and wait. This means losing money, folks. He’s not a happy camper right now.
Today is my daughter’s 17th birthday. How the hell can she be 17?! I refuse to believe that she is this old. My God! That means I’m getting old!
It doesn’t seem that long ago that I brought her home from the hospital. She was so tiny that her length didn’t even span from my hand to the crook of my elbow.
She’s a beautiful young woman. She’s smart, compassionate, and has a rapier wit. On the one hand, I can’t wait to see what she makes of her life as an adult; and, on the other hand, I don’t want her to grow up. Such a quandry.
Well, I should work now. Not that I feel like it. I think you’ve all managed to finally pass The Sick to me. Every single part of my body aches and it hurts to walk. I don’t have a stuffy head or runny nose. I have a bit of a headache to go with the achiness, and my stomach is slightly iffy, but otherwise I’m good. Maybe I’ll successfully fight it off.
I’m back from the doctor. After confirming it won’t be a problem if I have surgery on my knee soon, he proceeded to sink a very long needle into my knee and give me some lovely, lovely cortisone. My knee is feeling better right now than it has in months. I realize it’s false painlessness, but right now I’ll take it any way I can get it!
And the entrance fee at Target was only $52 for me and $8 for Palebunny. We did very well. Target around here, Swampy, is the nicest, but it’s at least five steps up from Wal-Mart; Wal-Mart is at the bottom of the heap. And oddly enough, there’s a KMart just around the corner that is the nicest of the bunch locally – it’s been well stocked since Sears took over, prices are good, and it’s always clean. I cannot stand the local Wal-Marts because they are not even remotely clean. And they’re not so crowded they couldn’t wash the floor once in a while!
And now back to work. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…
Oh, LeMo, I actually haven’t had to use (unintelligible) – if I’ve been able to hear it, I’ve been able to understand it. Also, this reporting firm, for some unknown reason, insists that I use parentheses instead of brackets for those types of parentheticals. I know not why. Also, all the D.C. firms insist that on reported work, you’re not allowed to use (inaudible) – you have to fake it if you can’t hear it. Which considering some of the idiots they have doing recordings, makes it a real challenge sometimes.
Thanks…Teach.
taters, whatever happened with the daughter’s online boyfriend?
Tupug, he’s still around. They talk to each most every day via phone and computer. They send each other gifts through the mail.
At least he’s 2,000 miles away from here. He seems like a nice enough fellow (remember we met him last summer), but I don’t want my daughter to give up the opportunity to meet someone here that could make her happy.
I really don’t understand the relationship at all. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to face it. I don’t know. I’m not sure if my daughter actually thinks it’s more than friendship, but she isn’t sharing with me. I haven’t really asked since this summer.
We still monitor the situation, though. He’s graduating from college this spring.
Sigh, back to work…I don’t wanna work.
Warm thoughts to all needing them (listening rigs??), a warm blanket and fuzzy slippers to kai, and an extra long apron to the** bear**.
Oh, and one big high five to Jah!
I found out today that my boss is having his position eliminated at the end of the school year. Which sucks, as bosses go, he’s in the top couple I’ve ever had. Most school district’s have Asst. superintendents for the educational stuff, another for the money stuff, and a third for the HR stuff. He’s a 4th in this place, he’s in charge of planning, technology and operations. A lot of places assign all that to the money guy, our district is one of the 2-3 fastest growing in the state, and this man is always the busiest guy in the place.
It’s a mystery to me why they pick now to let the guy go that does all the future growth projections, right in the midst of your fastest growth period - the guy that does all the coordination with local villages, towns, builders and whoever else, right when you need that the most, but hey, I don’t make the decisions.
The [del]scarier than hell[/del] reassuring part in all this is that one of the justifications the superintendent gave was that he (my boss) has three very capable department heads (one being me) working for him that will be expected to pick up some slack and assume more leadership roles.
The other two Dept. heads are the maintenance guy, and the IT guy - which means, I assume, since it’s the thing I work with most closely with him on, that I’ll be doing the bulk of the future growth projections, traffic/road planning, attending local planning commission and village board meetings for the 4 different towns and cities we have in our district, and getting my name in the stupid local paper even more than I do now.
I need coffee.
Hmm, stories. You may have noticed that I can’t tell a story without rambling, so I tend to cut everything out, trying to keep it short. Let’s see if I can tell a relevant tale or two.
Come evaluation time, the people who you support provide your evaluation to your “boss,” who may or may not have actually spoken to you all year about your job or performance, or at all. She decides what is “appropriate” for your review, as in whether or not the ranking the people that you supported all year is appropriate or not. What’s peculiar is that they only ever adjust downwards. If you have, like I did, a literally psychotic and unstable manager (he was terminated, with extreme prejudice, do not rehire, do not discuss, send all calls directly to HR, before I ever saw his evaluation) who rates you as a 5/F/NME, take your pick, that will be allowed to stand. If you have someone who thinks you are the bestest ever, and gives you a 1/A/SEE rating, that will be downgraded to something more “appropriate.” Because your boss is the ultimate arbitrator of your review. Oddly, she doesn’t do this on her own review, which she will conduct herself and will later be the basis for her promotion. She told me that later, after telling me all about how she had downgraded every other admin’s eval, including mine. And I stayed, because, for some reason, I still thought we were “friends.” There really aren’t enough :rolleyes: for this, but I was young and stupid.
Ok, now a party story. Back in the Bubble, we had going away parties every Friday, because there was always someone leaving. These were drunken extravaganzas on the Firm’s dime. Some people’s method for getting the most free booze was to party 'til they puked, and then go back for more. The memorable one that got us permanently banned from the interior of a restaurant was for a partner. Partners rarely leave the Firm, or any firm, but they did during the Bubble, because they got to be CFOs or other cool titles. This partner was a hard-drinking, party-hearty type. He got really, really, really drunk. Staggering drunk. Drunk enough that the room full of drunks were telling him he was drunk. See, partner promotions had been that morning, so champagne for everyone. That afternoon was an all hands meeting, with beer and wine served afterwards. Immediately following that was the going away party. So basically, everyone had been drinking all day long, with not a lot of food to go with all the booze. So, our partner is really drunk, wandering around screaming Wasssuuppp! and harassing the band. Then he decides it would be fun to start head butting people. Eventually, he smashes into this poor kid, who only had 3 days left on the job, either an intern or an international transfer, I can’t remember. He breaks the kid’s nose, and knocks him out. Kid was in a coma for a couple of days. There’s blood everywhere, the bartender calls 911, and, naturally, the partners hustle Our Partner the hell out of there. The cops arrive and grab…the only black guy in the room, who happened to be a senior manager. For some reason, he was pissed off enough to quit about it, since it took a while for anyone to come to his defense, since they were protecting Our Partner. For the partners-only going away party, they gave Our Partner…a helmet.
Well crap. It’s -3 degrees, the wind chill is -12, and all the water is frozen except the cold tap in the tub and the cold tap in the kitchen. I have the space heater blasting away pointing under the bathroom sink, which is where the freezing begins. This is one of my least favorite ways to begin the day.
My ney Toyotomi water heater is marvellous, the water is hotter when I finish bathing than when I began, so I suppose I can keep the water warm enough while it’s draining. (On further review, I see that Nava already covered this!) I tell you, the thought of being able to soak my back/hips/legs in hot water is worth pretty much anything I need to do to have the ability. As it is now I do have the banya to soak up the heat in, but it requires that I leave the warmth of the house, walk to the end of the property, climb akwardly steep steps up to the banya deck, and back down afterward, back across the yard and up the steps to the deck, braving whatever the weather conditions may be. I wanna tub! Inside! Oh, and good luck at the doctor’s. As well as getting yourself there and back home.
Snakes apparently I am still fighting the brain fog, you have a job interview? The best of luck!
I agree with the therapist visit rigs, there is something so cleansing about being able to vent to an uninvested person, and then going back and dealing with life. I don’t do it on a regular basis any more, but when it’s all building up to a big blow I try to get my issues in perspective, and that third party is a valuable part of my not going nuclear on my family/friends at times. In December I went in for my med check up and told the doc that I Hated my husband. After talking for a while it became clear that I was just at the end of my rope with him. And then I sent him fishing at the first opportunity! I’ll miss him enough by the time he comes home that I will be able to deal with his crap without wanting to bean him with a skillet!
And you, bobbio, that’s awfully kind of you to flirt with the elderly. Part of getting older is the fun of making younger men blush and stammer!
Thanks db, I am planning on a couple of breedings coming up. If KC is the dog, (and he’s cute, I see the pom in him) well, it’s a pommie thing. I prefer that they try to chase the cats (which are all taller and weigh more than the pommies, it is to laugh, although sometimes they give in to a pity run from the fluffbutts) than when they try to talk smack to a rottweiler!
hehehe…the bear is calling us preverts! <snerk> Takes one to know one…or dozens!
Ah Taters I know just how you feel, how is it possible that my baby, youngest of four, is going to be 14? I just had him, um, last week, it seems. Happy Giving Birth Day to you, I always thought the mothers ought to be honored on the day their child becomes a year older. Fight The Sick!
I’m so unmotivated today. Actually, I’ve been so unmotivated all week. ::sigh::
I slipped and fell on the ice outside my apartment this morning. KeithT almost fell yesterday. You’d think they’d do something about the ice instead of waiting for a law suit. We’re both young and usually pretty steady on our feet. What about the people who aren’t?
I’ve decided to sing in my church’s cantata, which they decided to have this Sunday instead of before Christmas because there’s so much going on before the holidays. So I went to practice for that last night. Should be good.
KeithT gave me a little plastic toy horse for Christmas (because I said I wanted a horse, why else?). Should I be concerned that I just noticed that it’s anatomically correct?
Yeah, I’m bored.
It’s just preverted to sit at your puter picturing me nekkid. I know it can’t be helped, but still!
Dang I make a good beef stew! I just had a bowl for lunch. It’s a gloomy, cloudy sorta chilly day. It’s gonna rain before long too. A good day for a nice warm bowl of beef stew. MMMMMMMM… I was looked upon with envy in the breakroom by someone eating canned soup. Tsk! Tsk!
Jah what a buncha “winners” you work with. :rolleyes: I’m double glad for ya about leavin’ now. More stories! I crave rotten workplace stories.
VWife and VKind are on the way to pick me up en route to the airport. The lil’ nipper (well, he’s almost 19, and my height and build) ain’t even zoomin’ thru the skies yet, and I miss him… 
Hi everybody!
Just trying to keep up with you prolific posters is a job and a half. I’m all caught up now and can’t remember half of what I read. Congrats on quitting, Jah! I, too, thought Swampy was a nekkid baker. Stay warm, Kai. Hugs and snuggles to those who need them.
I told myself yesterday that I was gonna mop the kitchen floor today. It ain’t done yet… Maybe I’ll at least get up and change out of my jammies. I need to go out to pick up some prescriptions.
A mini-rant:
I recently discovered Yahoo Games daily crossword and jigsaw puzzles. But they haven’t changed the jigsaw puzzle since Jan 1!! First they get you hooked, then they take away your crack. Damn pushers…
Ok, this is amusing. My boss just sent out an email letting everyone know that I was leaving. She [ol]
[li]misspelled my last name (we’ve “worked” together for 5 years)[/li][li]gave the wrong date as my last day (a holiday)[/li][li]sent the email out to an old and outdated distribution list for my group (a lot of those people are gone)[/li][/ol]
I’m so glad I made an impact on her!
Must be hard leaving a place where you’ve made such an impact.
Awww Bobbio… that’s just so nice. Missin’ the big nipper already.
Just a quick note to say, Jah that really bites. You made the right choice.
Rebo, from a fellow Yahoo crossword crack whore, don’t go to the daily games. Go to the word game section from the top selection bar and scroll down. You get about two weeks’ worth of crosswords at a time.
You are doing a “Reply To All” with the corrections, right?