One of the more shocking things about that story to me is that the guy, who looks and acts about 12, made $104,000.00 before getting fired. Probably that is in large part what is wrong with him! Go Emily G.
While I’m not one of those women who lugs around a ginormous “purse” that could be an overnight duffel bag, I do tend to be prepared. That said, I left the house today knowing that I was spotting, and that my hair was a wet, uncombed mess … and yet, I managed to NOT bring either a tampon or a hair elastic with me. So I’m sitting here at work with a wad of TP in my crotch and two pencils in my bun (NOT my bum!) and thank God I can at least bitch to you guys about that! 
I second this.
At least you’re prepared if you happen to need a pencil. I hope the rest of your day will go well in spite of forgotten items.
Oh, now I gotta SHARPEN the pencil, too? Sheeeeesh.
Can’t you wait outside?
Maybe you can now keep a tampon, hairbrush, and pencil sharpener in your purse? 
That’s actually what I was trying to say with my earlier posts, but I don’t think I conveyed that. Feel good about it Emily. Don’t pay any attention to the guy who was abusive.
After three phone interviews (the final one ended with “we’ll be in touch next week”), it’s rude to not give a response. Doesn’t need to be a positive response, doesn’t need to be a deep response, a form letter is fine. But it really needs to be something.
The new baby of an acquaintance has died.
Baby was born with a birth defect that had meant that there was a long hospital stay ahead, and potential for long-term health concerns, but the latest information we had said that all was well, and now all is not well.
Or some TP. AaaaaChooo!
After Eureka’s post, this is truly mini, but I was getting ready to cook my lunch of scrambled eggs with cheese and tomato, and accidentally knocked over the cup holding the scrambled RAW eggs. All over the counter, and all over the floor. This was all I had with me for lunch, so on top of having to clean up three raw eggs, I had to go out for lunch to buy a sandwich. 
Thanks, all.
I read the story. I am sad he made that stupid comment, sad that he lost his job because he was stupid, and sad that any woman had to hear that sort of abuse. I don’t see any “happy” there at all. Just stupid and sad.
In the last 12 hours I’ve dumped a drink over my bedside table while reaching for what turned out to be a “You’ve just won” robocall and now dumped a second drink into my laptop while reaching for a “Hey we didn’t consider that our new process screws up 19 old processes so you’ve got to redo your last months work” call.
I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that my laptop is still working.
My advice: Throw away your phone. It obviously hates your laptop.
In the past month, one of our kitty overlords has peed inappropriately. Once off the top of the refrigerator, and once yesterday on the kitchen counter. The fact that it’s on top of foodstuff makes it even worse. The litterboxes are clean, there are enough of them, there is no underlying illness. What I think is happening is the OriginalKitty (nearly four) has developed even more of a hatred of Kitty 2.0 (nearly two), and when OK pitches a fit and runs from K2.0, she ends up peeing on whatever she’s standing on. Although K2.0 chased and nipped at OK when she first arrived as a very young kitten, it’s extremely rare for that to happen these days (and OK was never injured, just… chased at nipped at by tiny little kitten teeth). However, OK is just conditioned to think K2.0 is out to get her, so there’s a lot of frustrated growling from OK whenever K2.0 gets too close.
I purchased ultrasonic trainers, soothing plug-in kitty pheromone things, and some kind of calming paste, and we provide all sorts of escape spots and climbing spots and hiding spots and toys, but now that we’ve escalated to peeing I’m at my wit’s end. I put scat mats on top of the counters so hopefully we can at least keep this to floor-level. If the boyfriend finds out what’s happening he will be extremely displeased, and I fear it will end in the loss of a kitty.
And my bed and night table. I think I’d rather throw away the laptop though.
It bothers me out of proportion to the offense when people try to do hidden text on the board and they use white instead of #F8F8F8.
I may not be able to see the blue and black dress, but dammit, I can see your text and it’s ruining your joke!
I love you dearly, IS, but it might be time to switch to decaf. :eek: