Wow there was a lot to read to catch up! Glad everyone’s doing well/better/ok.
My cat is a BRAT! She eats anything and everything that resembles thread. A while ago I had to move my bathroom garbage into the cabinet under the sink because she was eating the dental floss out of the garbage. So anyway, last night I was wandering around the apartment while on the phone and picked up a little stuffed owl that someone gave me after college graduation. It has a graduation cap on and it HAD a tassle on it. No longer. Someone ate the tassle. Little brat. I know that stuff isn’t good for her and can get caught in her intestines. But it’s nearly impossible to find every little thing that she might eat. I never even thought of the tassle on the owl’s cap! Sheesh! Why does she have to eat string??
Hey, did I tell you guys I got a new job? I might not have, since I just gave notice on Thursday. I GOT A NEW JOB!
My last day at this one is 11/30, and the first day at the new one is 12/5. I strongly suspect my internet time will be cramped significantly once I start at the new place.
That sounds kinda vague. I’ll have to think really hard about what you’re trying to say. Mmm.
You guys know what I love about this naming conundrum of mine? If I want to see if anyone’s talking about me on a post, I can’t ust search “chaoticbear” or even “cb”. Nooooo, there’re like 40 different names that it could be.
Congratulations! Will this be a promotion, or at least more money?
I sorta thought about applying for a job that would have been a big promotion for me. I even talked to my boss about it. He told me in no uncertain terms that he had no doubt I would succeed at the job if I applied. In the end, I decided not to apply for the job. Although the significant bump in pay would have been nice, I don’t think it would have been worth the additional time I would have had to spend at work, to include coming in on weekends. In addition, the position is “high vis” which means lots of face time with the general. I’m more of a background kinda person. Finally, I would have had to supervise a bunch of people. While I realize I’ll probably end up being a supervisor somewhere, I wasn’t keen on having to supervise this bunch of people.
I’m glad to hear that they figured out what was going on with picuhusband . I hope that he and picunurse recover quite quickly now.
Back to my huge-ass spreadsheet now. I hate working on this particular spreadsheet. Sheesh!
Tussive syncope? Who woulda thunk? Never hoid of it. So, essentially those vaccinations we all got are useless at this point? Hmm.
Could y’all please call me Rigby instead of ellie? Ellie reminds me of EllieMae Clampett–and I don’t like her!
I did indeed call off and do indeed feel guilty–but here’s the thing. I went to an awards “banquet” last noc at my daughter’s HS. Huh. Some banquet–it was in the gym–we sat on bleachers. No food (well, there were desserts in the cafeteria for afters). Bleachers plus my sore, stiff neck made for unable to move neck by 9pm. Ouch! Wish I believed in chiropractors (although I have no $ to pay for one at present.) Would really love a massage, but also can’t afford that. Bleh.
I DID go get the turkey, and some fixin’s. I also went to the hospital (not the one I work in) to obtain my youngest’s birth records.
Seems that they (the county clerk) have the WRONG date of birth on his certificate.
:eek:
I also returned some stuff today and am packing away the summer fans('bout time, too!).
So glad that picuhubby is diagnosed and better. Hope picunurse doesn’t also get tussive syncope!
Addendum: there are gay men on this board! Wow! I never knew…
Taters, my new job will pay me $500 more a year than the one I have. However, the new company will pay bonus (my current does not) and match 401(k) contributions (my current does not).
The most pressing reason for me to take the new job is because it’s actually doing what I’m educated to do. The current job I have, I have because I didn’t want to leave the company I’m at. I transferred to a different department, and the job I took turned out to be a bust. Lots of secretarial work, no financial work. And by “lots of secretarial work” I mean about maybe an hour per day. The rest of my time I spend surfing the net. It’s a horribly soul-crushing set up, so I would have taken a pay CUT to get out of it. Thankfully, I didn’t have to.
That sounds good! While you may not feel the $500.00 dollars a year in the ol’ wallet (well too much); you WILL feel the matching 401(k) contributions later. So, that is a good raise. Oh, and SCORE on the bonus. I don’t get those; unless I receive a “performance award” AND there is money in the department budget to PAY for it. We’ll see if one shows up for me. My performance appraisal/review is complete and has been turned in to the HR folks. However, if I’m put in for an award, it must go through a committee who could decrease it or just plain say no, even if my boss feels I deserve one.
I’m glad for you. I’ve been in soul-crushing positions and I can really relate to what you’ve been going through.
I thought they gamboled and frittered away time and money. Dolphins frolic and play. No, wait–Puff the Magic Dragon froliced and played in the eveing mist, before he went away…*
Jeesh-the things I don’t know!
Good morning everybody! What’d I miss? Huh? We’re on page 3 already?!? Well, only one chillun at home right now (Little Miss[sup]TM[/sup] is at school) so I best get reading… see you soon!
The corporate properties group here needs a new motto - I nominate “We’ll get it fixed in two call-backs or less!”
This morning, my foot catches on a curled-up carpet seam. I plop one of those yellow “Caution” things on it as it’s in an aisle and call CPG before the Decaffeinated Slack-Jawed Shufflers catch the carpet edge with their foot and fall into the printer. Fifteen minutes later, someone shows up with a shopvac. Seems the person at CPG I talked with was confused and thought the problem was wet carpet. After a brief bit of my attempting to speak Spanish and their attempting to speak English, they go away. Half an hour later someone else appears with a can of spray glue and sticks the seam back down. Yech… I’m almost surprised they can use such stinky stuff around humans.
I just wish I could find the slugs at a particular auto finance company and either salt them or spray them with that carpet glue. We’re involved in a lawsuit with them, and it’s never a good day when you have to invoke the doctrines of laches and unclean hands. :mad: Basically, we’re saying “Why did you wait almost three years?” and “We think you’re unethical slime” but in fancy legalese. What’s really irritating is that it’s costing us close to $200 to file an offical response with the court. At least we’re blessed with a neighbor who’s an attorney. Without his help, our response would be closer to “Buh?”
I have (had) a songbook that said it referred to the Kennedy administration(!).
And it’s autumn mist, not evening mist–I know this because it is in my head now and will not leave. OUT! OUT! damned song…
Gonna go pick up Harry Potter tix tomorrow…whee!
Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff. (ooh, it means he liked to smoke weed, doesn’t it! The insights I am having!)
But I still say it’s about gay men and weed–one cannot frolic alone. (take note, chaoticbear).
One wonders if a Maypole was involved at any point.
I am wasting time here! No, No, NO. Must go do some work.
I just went and looked up the lyrics for Puff, and I have to say that I have absolutely no recollection of the end of the song being such a buzzkill.
But yeah, dude … “Puff the Magic Dragon” is a euphemism for “stop bogarting the hookah.” Either that, or Peter and Paul were leaving Mary out of the equation, if you know what I mean.
On preview, eleanor beat me to it, but I’m posting anyway.
I think Jackie and Puff used to get high, maybe make out a little–they also were clearly dealing, what with the “noble kings and princes” bowing to them and stuff. Then Jackie found himself a girl and decided to get clean. So Little Jackie Paper went to NA and sobered up and moved on to a life of white-collar accounting work with a cute wife in pearls and petticoats and 2.4 kids in a house with a white picket fence, while his old buddy Puff stayed on the ganja and spent the rest of his life smoking in his mom’s basement.
I’ve seen it happen. Remember, kids: dragons are fun when everybody’s high, but you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup, so be sure you’re long gone when Puff gets the munchies.
