Families -- a New Year's MMP

I dunno about anybody else but I am breathlessly awaiting Jah’s tale of quitting her job. The suspense is almost too much to bear! Hee! Bear! Get it? I slay me!

The swampcave smells sooooo good! I am starving here. The beef stew is one of my finer culinary creations if’n I do say so myself. I just put some homemade buttermilk biscuits in the oven. ACBG was wrapping up some paperwork and headin’ over. By the time he gets here the biscuits should be done. Homemade biscuits. I spoil him rotten.

Maybe I’ll go have a nerve tonic whilst the biscuits cook. Later!

I’m a sick bastard. Am i the only one that read double meanings into that whole “biscuits being done” business?

Drat. The smiley at the end got lost somehow. Sorry, welby. I was joking, and assumed you were, as well.

Wahoo! It’s official, I turned in my 2 weeks notice. I thought the office manager was going to cry. She already had about a dozen open admin positions, and now she has one more. No one, and I mean no one, believed that I would really do it. “You’re a lifer! An institution! You’ll be here 'til you die!” Yeah, I could have done that. I could have stayed. I could have outlasted all of the Pretty Princesses[sup]TM[/sup], including the crown princess whose coronation is in two weeks. But I’ve had enough of the “quirks” that comes from working “where the best want to be.” The firm is not for everyone. Indeed.

So, the straw that broke the camel’s back is the aforementioned coronation. The Crown Princess has been promoted to admin manager, which was a personal line I had drawn in the sand. If she gets that job, I’m out of here. So when I saw the email this morning, I knew it was a sign from Og that it was time. You should have heard me this morning. See, in general, the only time I swear is when I’m upset, and it’s usually just hell or damn. But when I start really cursing, and I’m creative, too, people just about fall over from shock. I’m sure I was entertaining, because I was on fire this morning. Felt good, too. So no, I’m not really leaving because of the Princess, but it really *was * the last straw on a huge haystack.

Everyone I’ve talked to so far is in shock. One co-worker told me that during her conversations with a manager who has since left, that he told her that he didn’t think I would ever leave, that I would just stay and put up with it, probably forever. I wish I’d stayed in touch with him, just to let him know that I did it. Next time, I won’t stay so long. Or maybe I’ll choose better, and there won’t be a next time.

That’s not enough detail, Jad! We need dirt! :stuck_out_tongue:

Really though, good for you. I’ve known too many coworkers who’ve put up with too much and stayed many years past when they should have left. Life’s too short to put up with (more than average) shit at work. Congrats and good luck in whatever you do next!

Well, I went to the practice, but beyond that nothing. I did stop by Sam’s club, but I did buy any TP(I still have 30 rolls left).

Congrats Jahdra! Got any prospects/offers yet, or are you going to take a break first?

MBG, yes you are sick, but so am I(I thought it was mastubateroom, too). :slight_smile:

Well, we can go back to December 23, 1999…That’s when it all started. Do you really want 7 years worth of ranting? Because I took a lot of shit then that I won’t tolerate now, but I’m still pissed off about it. :smiley:

I plan on taking some time off, and then doing some temp work. The valley is taking off again, so there’s lots to choose from. Someone even asked me if I wanted a referral to Google. Ooh, Google! Pretty shiny! And we have lots of alums out at eBay, a few that I’ve worked with personally. Apparently, it’s like old home week for the Firm at eBay. And lots of places, really. A co-worker suggested I work with our alumni placement director when she gets back next week, since I will be an alumna on January 18, and she probably has lots of leads. Seven years with the Firm looks impressive on the resume. It proves you can take a lot of !@#$ and have stick-to-it-ivness.

Well, I survived my first day back at work. I’d rather be retired…

Then I came home, got thru page 3 of this thread, then lost my internet. But it’s back, so that’s good.

And that’s all I’ve got to share. I was gonna come here and rant about an idiot coworker, but it’s all out of my system, so you’re spared.

Is it Friday yet?

Only if there are really good (i.e. juicy, scandelous, etc.) stories. :smiley:

Wow, I have to say congrats to Jad for moving on passed and old and frustrating job, and congrats to FCM for going back to work (no matter how begrudgingly). Although I’d like to hear the dirt too (who doesn’t?) I simply look forward to hearing how post-bad job Jad is doing. Work is getting frustrating for me too. I love working on and with patients, but the Compliance Dept nit-picking is driving me crazy.

Jah good for you! Sounds like the job market prospects are good. That makes me happy. Cause you know, I’m depending on you and the other younguns to have good jobs so I can make my luxurious retirement possible. :smiley: Seriously though, I’m glad you’re gettin’ out of a bad situation. I’m sure you’ll end up in a sweet smellin’ bed of roses new job beyond you’re wildest dreams.

In other news:

A Certain Somebody is gettin’ waaaaaay too big for his britches. It’s one thing to be the upcoming birthday boy who gets to pick what he wants for dinner. It’s quite another thing to get the big haid like he’s done got.

Backstory:

In an earlier post I mentioned that I made homemade buttermilk biscuits to go with my f-aaaaaa-bu-lous homemade beef stew tonight. Well, as we were eating supper (and lucky for A Certain Somebody he had to leave because of paperwork he needs to finish up tonight) the following comment was made:

Set Up:

A Certain SmartAss hereinafter referred to as ACSA
Me (hereinafter referred to as Me)

The Story:

ACSA: This is real good babe.

Me: Thanks babe.

ACSA: I’ve been giving some thought to my birthday supper

Me: And what would those thoughts be?

ACSA: I’m thinking I might like to have real breakfast for supper.

Me: Oh? And praytell, my sweet, what would a real breakfast entail.

ACSA: You know, the standard real southern breakfast.

Me: Well, that could mean lots of different things. I need more specifics.

ACSA: I’m thinkin’, good bacon (i.e. thick slab bacon from our favorite local butcher), scrambled eggs and cheese, grits, some of your mama’s strawberry/fig preserves (to die for!) and some of these yummy buttermilk biscuits.

Me: Well, that’s certainly doable and right easy to boot.

ACSA: Yep I know. I have my reasons for this though.

Me: Oh, what would those reasons be my love? (I was being especially nice, dammit!)

ACSA: I am intrigued by the thought of your butt barefoot, in an apron, in the kitchen making me biscuits. (Followed by a great big s**t eatin’ :smiley: on his face)

Me: I’ll make you whatever supper you want even though yer gettin’ mighty big for yer britches sayin’ what you said.

ACSA: Yep, but it’s my birthday and I can get away with it. Then he did this: :stuck_out_tongue:

End of story

Can y’all believe that! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! Is he ever gonna get it!

Course he wants to “get it.” :smiley:

That enough TMI for ya FCM? :stuck_out_tongue:

Ok, time for a (dangit) solo hot tub soak and beddy bye.

Nitey nite everybody!

I appreciate the congrats, but it’s not like I’ve been out of the workforce or anything. Just a couple of weeks for vacation. I’m back in the same dusty cubicle. I had (I think) 62 emails waiting for me - most were crap.

Fortunately, I just have to make it thru a 3-day workweek. So there’s that.

Time to pack lunches for tomorrow…

And, of course, this led to a mental image of a nekkid bear in an apron… I’m off to bleach my brain now. <shudder>

Why does everyone keep telling me to quit smirking?

I just got off the phone with a work friend from another office.
After the initial greetings:

Her: How are you?
Me: Great!
Her: This can mean only one thing - you’re leaving the firm.
Me: YESSSS!!!
Much laughter follows. We have been through the mill together, and soon as everyone comes back from maternity leave, she’s outta here, too. In the meantime, she’s going to live vicariously through me. She told me no dancing in the hallways, and I agreed that sinking to my knees and yelling, “Free at last, free at last!” was probably inappropriate.

Haven’t I told you about the orgies and bacchanalia? The time the ambulance came? And the cops? And how we were never allowed inside that restaurant again, only on the patio? And about the golf courses (yes, plural) we caused several $100K worth of damage, but refused to pay for? And how we finally had to quit having golf outings, because we’d been kicked off of every single course within driving distance? Or about eating live crickets at said golf outing? I’ve never told those stories here? Really?

Definitely pass the [del]blain breach[/del]brain bleach! See, it’s so disturbing I can’t even type it right!

It’s just about the most fun time of the evening around here – doggie biscuit time. Papa Tigs is taking advantage of the over-excitement this daily delight produces by working on teaching Rusty, the world’s most idiotic golden retriever, to spin around in circles on cue with a circular motion of the arm over his head. He’s getting the hang of it. This is on top of his dancing; I swear, one of these days I’m going to video him to a background of salsa music and put him up on YouTube. He’d be the hit of the internet.

Well, I have a job interview tomorrow. A friend recommended me to a former employer of hers, who sells insurance. I will be a secretary/receptionist. I can handle that. We had a chat on the phone and he seems like a nice enough guy.

It will be a big change for me; most of my employment has either been in theater or animal-related. I just don’t want to go back to veterinary tech/receptionist work; after breaking my foot in 2001 I can’t handle 10 hour days on concrete floors.

I’m supposed to meet with him at 5:30 tomorrow. Then I have a hockey game so it will be late when I post the results. Ya’ll keep your fingers crossed for me!

Breakfast sounds yummy.

It’s ok, if we all only show up after the butt-naked kitchen-ness is done?

:rolleyes:

Just a quick drive-by to say hi before I toddle off to bed.

I watched the videos, LiLi! Wow! How does she do that? One of my cousins in Mexico took a belly-dancing class and a bunch of the family went to her rehearsal. Some of the older ladies in the audience were outraged. The story made me giggle.

Good on you, Jahdra, for finally quitting. You obviously have lots of skills and lots of contacts. No reason to stay somewhere you’re unhappy.

Hope things are looking up rigs and Bibs. Congrats on the job possibility, SCL! Hope the interview goes well.

Hi, Nava! Please tell me The Sick didn’t get you!

Gotta get to bed. Big day tomorrow AND I might be taking Friday off!

Hi to everyone I missed…

GT

Well, it has been a very cold day, we are down to 10 degrees with the wind chill at -7. I have had the heat cranked to 80 degrees but the indoor temp is only 70 degrees. It’s gonna be very cold tonight, and even colder tomorrow. Just to be on the safe side I called for a fuel oil fill up. I was schedualed for the 11th, but I do’t want to have to pay the extra for an emergency delivery if I run out, not to mention the hassle of priming the heater and water heater. It’s just freaking brrrrr here! More snow in the forecast, we’ll see.

Hi canineservant! I remember the Cooler of Death tale from my lurking days…and you are not too far off with the comparison. Fishermen are stinky folks by the time they hit land. Skiffman always wants a big hug and kiss when he walks in from the boat, and when I gag he laughs and tells me that “It’s the smell of money, honey”! Odd, to me the smell of money smells shiny and sparkly, lol!

You guys talking about bad hair styles, back in 1998 when #1 daughter was still in high school I agreed, in the spirit of bonding with my teenager, to let her Manic Panic some of my hair. I agreed to leave it no matter what it looked like for at least one week. So she sectioned off my hair and bleached out hanks as if she was just going to streak it. Well, after the bleaching came the colors: blood red, cotton candy pink, violent violet, sulfur yellow, gaseous green and bizarro blue. Oh, my head glowed! After a week of hiding out at home I went to Safeway to buy some dark dye to cover it. I snuck in rather late in the evening in the hope that I wouldn’t run into anyone I know, and while I was succesful at that when I hit the hair product aisle there were a mom and dad with a young teen girl, and she was giving it her best shot to get permission to change her hair color. The dad looked up and saw me, with the colors vibrant under the flourescent lighting, grinned an evil grin and said "Why don’t you do what she did? The parents were highly amused as I explained the reasons for the colors and why I was at the store, while the daughter looked at my wild hair enraptured…geez! The things I have done to have fun with my kids!

BooFae that is an adorable fluffy! Cats are wonderful for lots of things, like taking care of rodents who think about spending the winter indoors, providing fabulous entertainment, particularly while under the influence of catnip, and my favorite, (which happened last night before I got the bed warmed up) curling up in the curve just above my hip while I am lying on my side and helping to warm the bed! The kittens, which are no longer kittens being as they are only four months shy of their first birthday, enjoy lolling on chairs and swatting at the pomeranians as they pass by, it’s hilarious! Whenever the pommies misbehave I have a vision of rubbing catnip deep into their fur…but then again I pretty much never have to deal with cat hork, because I have the pommies. :smiley:

I love paisley, and the dishes are lovely. Eveyone’s are nice, and am I surprised that the bear and I have similar taste? Here is my pattern, it was my mother’s wedding china, and all I have are five dinner plates left, but I am going to begin replacing pieces now that the kids are growing and grown and I can begin getting some of the things that I want!

Nava I am never able to keep up with your postings, but you lead a very interesting life, and I don’t mean just all the fabulous travel to far flung places. I just wanted to let you know that I find your posts so interesting, no matter what the topic.

Oh and swampy I kinda figured that part of the work you do is helping the gimps in the world have a better quality of life. Along with the kitchen I will also be getting a new front deck with a ramp. I am able to do the stairs with help, but it hurts, and I am so afraid of falling and breaking something. I also found this awesome item for the bathroom, it’s the walk in tub/shower. I miss taking a soak when I am paining, but there is no frickin way I am gonna get into my very low bathtub, I would need the fire department to come get me out, and while the firemen are hunky, I think I’ll pass. Jeff said that they are easy to install, he recently did one for his dad in Anchorage, so it’s On The List. And just for being so entertaining and cute (hehehe, the bear’s barefoot butt baking biscuits, hehehe) here is a special pic just for you. I don’t think I shared it before, one of my home bred pups at one month of age.

MamaTigs the Rusty on the stairs pic is so cute, and it’s fun to teach dogs to do tricks. I taught my Satine to sit up pretty and clap her front paws when I make a certain hand movement. No, not that one, I open and close my fingers against my thumb, it’s adorable. Trust me!

Yay Jah!!! It sounds like you have endured far beyond what you ought to, and while perhaps dropping to your knees and belting out “Free at last!” it couldn’t hurt to hum it around the office!

Well, dinner just came out of the oven. I took the remainders of the hunk o’ elk I roasted yesterday, cubed it and mixed it with the leftover rice and gravy, added some frozen peas and carrots, topped it with cheese, and it’s looking and smelling nummy! So, Ima go eat now!

Bugger all. They went and blocked me again. aaauuuggghhhh!!! :mad: :mad: :mad:

I’d mix and match even more colors - 8 place settings each in a different color - like depressionware (it’s called something else but I can’t think of what)

Jahdra - wow - that took guts. Good luck in your next endeavor. (I know of openings at my company… ;))

swampy - all I can say is “ah, young love” :wink:

Just got back from the Buffy Sing-A-Long - that was a hoot and a half. I can’t wait until they do it again.