Glad you like the pun, Dots. I aim to please. 
I’d love to look at the pics, but your URLs just redirect me to the main imageshack website.
If any of you can tell me about **Retuxin ** - please post here
I just had my annual evaluation meeting. I got a 3, on a scale of 1 - 5. That’s strong performance. Woo and hoo. Compensation letters will come out starting August 7.
The meeting was sort of surreal, since they kept talking about all this stuff that will happen starting in September, my goals for the next year and the big initiative taking place over the next 2 years, etc and I kept thinking, “But I won’t be here, so why are you telling me this? Oh, yeah, you don’t know that I won’t be here.” I briefly felt guilty, because they are going to miss me when I go, but I got over it. Everyone thinks I’m a lifer and I’ve always thought so, too, but I guess not.
dots, can’t see the Pictures! But they sound like fun?
ditto
Swampy, dearest, I’m ever so glad you’re in a better mood today.
I’m having a frustrating day. I’ve been told to get together with someone to go over a data mining tool we use, but we can’t seem to hook up. In the meantime, da boss wants some stuff from this particular tool, so I’m fumbling my way through it. There are many other complicating factors, chief among them being worried about pissing off my new boss and having it reflect poorly on my evaluation because I failed to come up with the product he needs in a timely manner.
I know I need to post some pics, but there isn’t a DECENT picture to be found of me. When I get home tonight I’ll have someone take a picture of me and then I’ll post it. IF…it isn’t fugly.
Congrats Pugs on being smoke-free. I still partake of the nasty habit. I can’t quite make myself quit yet.
I know there’s more to address, but I’ve got to get a report out during my lunch, so I’ve got to run for now.
Ta…
Good luck at bootcamp school Rigs! Go get 'em!
** A Gripe and Something To Make You Go :eek: **
The Gripe
Look people, if you want to get your check on time, stay at one address long enough for the dang thing to get there. At least leave a forwarding address, would ya? I am sick and tired of phone calls from you fools asking me where your check is. It got cut. It got mailed. You’ve moved approximately 2,345,098,184.666 times since then. That’s a week’s time, btw. I mean I know why you don’t leave a forwarding address. It’s because you don’t want the landlord you skipped out on without paying rent to find you. Two or three weeks later, I have this pile of returned mail (your checks) to deal with. I try to find you. Of course you’ve moved another 9,486, 320,213.141416 times since then etc. Oh and your phone is no longer in service. Then you call and want to know where your check is. I tell you it was returned because you moved[sup]x one bazillion[/sup] and did not notify me of a change of address. I cannot just know if you move. You must tell me! I tell you you can come by and pick up the check if you want. I tell you the specific hours and days in which you may come by and pick up your check. You, of course, will show up at hours and/or days other than what you have been told. You will then call me and tell me you came by and nobody was here. :dubious: Or, and this is even better, you tell me to mail it to your address du jour because you can’t come pick up your check. And here we go again! :mad: :mad: :mad: Guess what I just spent a couple of hours doing? :rolleyes:
** The Something To Make You Go :eek: **
A good friend (Joe Dawg the insane che-hoo-ah-hoo-ah’s daddy) had jury duty Monday and Tuesday. He was fortunate enough to get picked for a jury on Monday and only had to sit one day rather than wait all week. It was a robbery case. For an apparent career robber but no more, but that’s not the story. During the closing arguments part of the trial yesterday, the Assistant DA was up doing her thing, when all of a sudden a cell phone rings. Turns out it was a cell phone in the purse of one of the jurors. She should have been embarrassed and quickly turned it off, right? Oh no! She answered it! Don’t go :eek: just yet cause it gets better… Not only does she answer it, she gets up and leaves the room to take the call! Now you may go :eek:. Right smack in the middle of the Assistant DA’s spiel. My friend said the judge and the Assistant DA just kinda stood there with there mouths open looking at each other. He also said it looked like the judge was gonna blow a gasket. After Miss Clueless Albeeny 2006 finishes her call, she returns to the courtroom whereupon she is summoned to the bench. I believe this is worthy of an (or is it a) :eek:. My friend said Miss Clueless Albeeny 2006 started to explain why she did this but the judge cut her off. The judge told Miss Clueless that she was in contempt of court and that he was of a mind to send her to jail for 48 hours but instead would revoke her jury pay for the past two days and dismissed her from the jury. I mean, just :eek:!!!
Thus endeth the post
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Yeah. And…
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I think that deserves one of these …
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“Yay Puggy!” from me too! I quit smoking 20 years ago this month and it was the best thing I ever did for myself. It probably saved my life. And don’t worry, the cravings will only last another 6 years or so. 
Oddly enough, I still ocassionally have dreams where I’m smoking. But they don’t make me want to start again.
I’m mad at Thriftway today, but not real mad. I looked at their ad last night and made a list and went there this morning. The fresh corn on the cob, 4 for a $1.00 - non-existant. Strawberries 2 lb/$3.00 - nowhere to be found. The 68 cent a pound tomatoes were $1.69. But the weirdest thing was, the ad said “chicken or beef tamales”, so I asked at the deli counter for chicken tamales. The woman said “I only stock beef tamales” I reminded her that the ad said “chicken or beef” and she said “The ad says OR. I can have either one, and I only choose to stock the beef.” :dubious: What a jerk.
On the other hand, they had Ben & Jerry’s pints 3/$5.00. I got 3. So it wasn’t all bad.
:eek: :eek: :eek: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: Holy crap!! That was just plain ol’ stupidity there. Whenever I’ve been on jury duty we’ve been very, very, very, very strict instructions to turn our cell phones OFF! OFF! OFF!
There’s no guarantee that either would be available, but I know he’d gladly take you to a couple to see what they’ve got. Email me if you want and we can take this off-line. Or we can bore everyone else and keep the conversation here. Either way - don’t make me no nevermind…
too bad you can’t increase the size of the :eek:'s - because, swampy, that deserves a humongous :eek:
Congrats, Puggy! Today is one month shy of my Aug 19 anniversary date - 3 years smoke free! (Except for a couple of drunken cigs…but they don’t count, 'cuz I don’t smoke. :))
Two years, ten months, four weeks, one day, 18 hours, 40 minutes and 58 seconds. 26619 cigarettes not smoked, saving $3,793.27. Life saved: 13 weeks, 1 day, 10 hours, 15 minutes. (That’s estimating a pack costs $2.85 at 25 cigs a day.)
I can not believe that juror, Swampy. Some people are pure D stupid… and which applies to the check people too, now that I think of it!
$2.85? $2.85???
I can’t decide whether to laugh or cry.
The :eek: in a box does fairly well.
I just had a weird experience. The cleaning lady came in here to get away from the heat. It’s a little weird - the whole building has AC, so why come in here? We’re trying to work and I honestly have neither the time nor the inclination to chat. But she proceeds to plop herself down in the chair right in front of my desk and then STARE AT ME. She’s like 70 YO. I can’t be rude to her. She made me so uncomfortable that I badgered her into the conference room - I told her how much colder it was in there (which it is) and got her to go in there…
so she continued to stare at me from the conference room. Honestly, what gives?
Hey, I didn’t tell you guys. My SO is from Long Island and as such has the faintest of scorn for Upstate and Upstaters. I’ve broken him mostly of this habit but he still comes out with statements like “If we were in LI, I could find it.” And he keep saying, “I want to show you around LI.” And I keep responding - “Whenever we go downstate, we go to your parents house and STAY THERE. We don’t go anywhere else or do anything else. You always say we will but we DON’T.”
So this Friday we are going downstate - but we are not going to the Future In-Laws until nighttime. We plan to spend the day touring LI. It’s about time! YAY!
Updates next week.
I’m as aghast as everyone else at swampy’s juror story. Good grief!!!
Got a call this afternoon from my baby. She was just waking up. To be fair, it was still morning in Seattle. Late morning, but morning nonetheless. She’s relaxing and having a good time and planning to go to Seattle Underground some time.
She also is thinking very hard of the offer we made to her - when she graduates, she comes up here to teach for a few years, pays us minimal rent, and banks a bunch of money so she can afford to buy her own place. It would be so cool to have her living with us - even as an adult. We’d get to spend time with her, having spent her college years with only occasional visits, and she’d be able to build up a nice nest egg. We all win! Woohoo!
And now, I need to change into comfy garb and head down to the PT clinic. I was naughty yesterday - I didn’t do my exercises. Shame on me. So I’m apt to be a bit stiff today, even tho I tried to stretch a few times at work. I’ll be good from here on out. I promise.
Oh yeah, and FCD has put in a low-ball offer on the sailboat. If we come to an agreement with the sellers, we’ll have to arrange for a sea trial and a survey. But in theory it could be ours in a couple-three weeks, giving us a fall of sailing ahead. That would be nice. We’ll see how it goes.
And that’s that. I’m off to change my togs. Cheerio!
It’s December 9th so Largo might be just perfect.
No one’s going to be singing though. There are only 16 people coming to the wedding and none of us sing. There’s not going to be any dancing either because both **KeithT ** and I (and most of our friends for that matter) are engineers and can’t dance to save or lives. It’s a problem of having no sense of rhythm and less grace. So we don’t need a first dance song. Or father-daughter dance. Or mother-son dance. I’m really happy to have found a guy who hates to dance as much as I do.
Polkas might work, Sean. One of our guests is Polish and he says his family played so much polka music when he was little that he can kind of stand it now.
Speaking of Seattle; what does your daughter think so far? The weather has been nice, and promises to warm up significantly by Friday. What has she done so far? Has she actually been out of the city itself to see what lies beyond the Emerald City?
It’s funny; a good many people seem to think that Seattle=Washington state. I assure you; this is not the case. There’s much more beyond Seattle, although Seattle is cool…to visit.
And we Upstaters (once an Upstater, always an Upstater), feel the same way about Downstaters. If they don’t like it Upstate, then they should stay where they belong and stop bothering the Upstaters.
