I can’t catch up with what everyone’s doing! I took yesterday off work (I like random Wednesdays off… you can get a LOT done when everyone else is at work!) and now I’m behind on the MMP. Plus work was crazy today. I’ve got a ton to catch up on but I’ve got a day o’ meetings tomorrow, which isn’t going to help. The cool part, though, is that part of what I’m doing is setting up code to select a winner in a sweepstakes we have going on with a big ol’ cash prize. So that’s a pretty cool assignment. Not quite as cool as **Ellen **meeting Sue Grafton (That’s awesome! I love her!) but still fun.
Anyway, if anyone’s waiting for an update, I had a good visit to the horse farm on Tuesday night, but it’s REALLY far away. It’d be ok once in a while, but to get into riding at all, it’d really have to be a couple times a week. And I just can’t go that far that often. Plus, work’s really busy right now. I feel I need to concentrate on work and, well… I’m a newly wed still so… my marriage so I think riding’s going to have to wait another year. The finances won’t really allow me to do twice-a-week lessons for a whole summer either. It gets expensive! Oh well. I’ll just keep dreaming of horses.
Off to make dinner now! Maybe I’ll catch up with you guys someday!
Prayers and good thoughts headed out for your mom, gotti.
Glad nephew’s surgery went well, Nava. Same thing on Dad’s cataract surgery, Rebo.
Hope the gall-bladder removal goes smoothly, welby. I say take swampy’s suggestion. Cuz pointless meetings are just not necessary. You’ll probably get more done at the movies.
You met Sue Grafton, Ellen???! How cool! I think I’ve read every one of her books.
Tell rosie we say “Hi!” Drae. Sorry about the job, though. Clearly, they didn’t understand that you’re a Cool Kid.
Too bad the horse is so far away, taxi.
I’m having Cheerios for dinner. With dried blueberries. Yumm.
I know I’m forgetting other stuff…maybe I’ll get to stop by again later…
Elle I forgot, but waaaaaaaaaaaay jake on gettin’ to meet Sue Grafton! Ain’t it just the bestest when your job allows great stuff like that? HEE! Know what I typed first? Great you got to make Sue Grafton. That’d be another story altogether, now wouldn’t it?!?!
Rebo the chicken quesidillas recipe sounds nummy. So does the sauteed chicken livers. ‘Splain to me please about sauteeing chicken livers. See, bein’ southern and all, chicken livers are always deep fried, not sauteed. Obviously I need chicken liver ed-joo-ka-shun.
Ok, remember how I promised a possible tin and gonic punk drost? I lveo yuo gysu! Hso’w tath?
Well, the general membership meeting for the booster club is over and I am very pissed off. If people don’t want to follow the bylaws, fine, but don’t scream at me because I brought up that the bylaws weren’t followed. And don’t try to avoid the subject by saying I’m saying something I didn’t come close to saying. Idiots. If two good friends of mind hadn’t just been elected to the board I would resign, I’m that pissed off.
Goodness, everyone’s sick, down and out or got sick family. :eek:
Or just posting drunk.
Not me, I’m just tired. I was in a meeting which I got delegated to go to, and just came in the door. It was ok though, it all seems interesting enough and not really off-topic for me, so…
Tomorrow’s a short day for me, right after lunch I go see the Doc which I’m supposed to go see to see if, or how crazy I am or am not.
It’s nice to be home. I promise tomorrow I’ll do housework and not spend the day goofing off and sewing. I am not fond of this only-one-day-off-at-a-time thing.
Good wishes for all those that need them. Normally, I’d take the time to address them (or try) individually, but I am very tired and wrung out.
My work week has been truly sucky and today was the worst yet. Before, I was just kind of cruising the recruitments sort of looking for a promotion; now I am ACTIVELY looking. The problem is, there aren’t too many jobs out there with the grade I’m looking for. I’ll keep looking until I find a fit. In the meantime, I’ll keep my head down and keep trying to make it through the day at the office.
I was actually yelled at by my boss today and accused of “not listening” to him. In truth, he had asked me for a data pull with some criteria. Knowing that we will need additional criteria, I provided that also, at which point he yelled at me. I explained why I did it, and walked out. I was PISSED. Pissed to the point that I could feel my eyes pricking with tears and by God, I wasn’t going to let him see that. That I was nearly in tears pissed me off even more.
Part of my job is to anticipate what we’ll need and be prepared with the data. I was doing my job, dammit. He’s been short with me for awhile now, and I’ve had it. I’ve had it with some other folks’ attitudes as well. So, while I’ll remain polite and business like, I’m done trying to be friendly to these folks. I don’t appreciate being made to feel like, well, like an ass. Ugh… I am sorry folks. Just had to vent. I don’t really talk about any of this stuff with other folks at work; it’s just not my way.
MBG, you wanna know something funny? You and my husband have the same first name. I saw it when I popped into your blog.
I think I’m going watch a little TV. My stomach is on fire and I just need to relax.
The answer appears to be one. The tenant starts by asking for an interpreter. DH’s corporate attorney quickly squashes that by pointing out that the tenant failed to check the box on the Complaint saying they want an interpreter, and besides that, they’d filled out all the forms in English. The judge then immediately tossed the suits against the building owner and a building staff member as they had not been served. While discussing the case against DH, the judge broke off in mid sentence, paused, looked around, said “Mr. X?” (the plaintiff’s name) then said “Let the record show that the plaintiff has left the courtroom. Case dismissed.”
Hugs going out to Taters. That sounds really stressful. Good luck with the job search! In the meantime, don’t let the turkeys get you down. (I don’t even really know what that means, but I hope it helps.)
Some of my friends thought it would be a good idea to buy me a belated birthday shot. I’ve kind of sobered up by this point now, unfortunately.
So That Guy and I have finally broken it off. Today was actually the first time in two weeks we hung out (last time I saw him was the last night he was over at my place). The two weeks gave me time to get the self-pity and wretchedness out of my system. I’m not completely over him yet, but I feel that I’m getting there. His roommate kind of casually let drop that he’s probably moving in with his girlfriend this fall. That gave a pang for a second, but then it made me realize that I’d made the right decision not a minute too soon. I still have irrational feelings for him, but when all is said and done, I wouldn’t want to be with a guy who can move in with his girlfriend after sleeping with someone else for two months. :smack:
Here’s to hoping that the next thing thrown your way isn’t a complaint that you “aren’t being proactive enough,” Taters… happened to me and my subcontractor coworkers in my previous job. In my exit interview I was explaining to the boss from the company that signed our checks that the boss from the company that did not sign the checks was an overcontrolling bitch (I put it more politely) who never wanted to hear any ideas, and he said she’d been complaining that we never proposed any. Well, d’uh, we’re all fast learners, but anyway we still had someone trying to propose something at least once a week and she never wanted to hear it.
We’d specifically been selected for being “proactive” “ideas people” :smack:
Good morning, it’s truck day, I am caffeinating, and the Google ads are for landlord lawyers and liver detox.
Nava, glad the nephew is doing ok.
Taters, good luck with the job search. I had a boss who screamed and told us not to think. He got sacked.
swampy, If I had some tonic water, I could have a gin and tonic, if I had some gin.
SCL, that’s why I avoided getting shanghaied into the Canes Booster board.
Rebo, I was adopted by Tex the cat(he was 20+lbs. of muscle, so the name on the collar fit). Tex used to beat up my roommate’s German Shepard and eat his food.
Yesterday was my first day washing dogs, and I think it went well; I didn’t actually wash any, but I did dry Fiona the bulldog, possibly the sweetest creature on four legs. Her only fault was that anytime any body part came within range, she would lick it. Including, sadly, my nose. I don’t like dogs licking my face, but since I did put myself in range I can’t really blame her. Anyway, she was such a Good Girl. I know they aren’t all going to be anything like that. And I did various cleaning stuff, and folding towels (we go through a LOT of towels) and this and that. I think it’s going to go well once I really figure out how to reach everything without it being a production (anybody who doesn’t know, I’m crazy short) and I get a bit more confidence with handling unhappy pups.
So I go back this afternoon. I think these six-hour shifts are about as long as I can deal with, and I need to tell my boss that, but it’s fun! Even if you do vacuum up all the clumps of dog hair you can find and when you turn around, more appear…sigh.
The thought of washing dogs all day makes me just–happy. It just is so … so … clean and soapy and full of happy panting-dog faces. I hope you enjoy it, lapin, and all your doggies are as good as Fiona. (Did she have one eye? )
swampy, possibly if I were bent in that direction, I would have ‘made’ Sue Grafton. Hee! She was just darling, a Southern belle who charmingly talked of bumping people off.
I have become irrationally fond of boots lately. The year before we married, my husband bought me some black cowboy boots for Christmas, and it’s been all downhill from there. I got some kickass Frye boots for this past Christmas, and last week, beheld the most awesome suede tall cowboy boot on sale for the absolutely unheard of price of $19.95. YES. Even though it’s nearly May, they are on my feet this very minute and I look TOTALLY AWESOME. If I do say so myself.
I’m sorry about your mother, gotti. She is in my prayers.
The google ads I just saw were for grass seeds and yoga-swings. So Ima guess after you sew all those seeds and have grass you want a yoga swing for the yard. :dubious:
gotti glad things turned out ok for DH. So the whack job just left the court room. I’m surprised the judge didn’t have somebody go after him. Then again, maybe the judge thought it was good the whack job left so he woudn’t have to hear from him anymore.
doggio even if you had some tonic water and some gin to go with it, you’d still need a lime. A proper gin and tonic must always have a twist of lime, though lemon will do in a pinch. I mean, if you had gin, tonic water and a lemon on hand, I wouldn’t recommend runnin’ to the store for a lime. I’m considerate like that.
Taters I’m sorry things are so bad at work. You want we should go slap your boss around a bit?
Gonna go pick up my hard drive at lunch today (weather permitting). Did a scan on my system last night using both McAfee and TrendMicro’s online scanner House Calls. Turned up a bunch of stuff, but most of it was contained in archives I don’t think I’ve ever accessed since the last Windows install, so it doesn’t seem like it found anything active. I don’t want to transfer any live malicious crap to the new hard drive. I’m usually quite careful about that sort of thing and know what to avoid and how to avoid it, but there’s always the possibility that something slipped by undetected.
Hank - Definitely did the right thing there. It sounds like he never had any intention of leaving his girlfriend anyway. Plus, I’ve always felt that if someone’s willing to cheat on someone they’re already with for you, the same would probably hold true if you’re the one they’re with in the first place. Go find you a nice single guy.
gotti - Ha! Dude sounds like a Grade A moran. What’s his problem, anyway? Just trying to scam money out of people or something?
Taters - Man, that place sounds like a real fine place to work at. :rolleyes: While I don’t think I’ve worked in any place where my superior(s) were actively hostile like that, I’ve spent enough time working under abject incompetence to seriously wonder whether the ability to manage effectively was even a job requirement. Og knows being human wasn’t. I hate working in hostile environments like that though. It makes you hate getting up for work in the morning. Here’s to hoping you find something better soon so you can offer your boss his choice of orifices into which he can stick your position. (Y’know, if you’re feeling nice. If not, may I suggest inventing an entirely new orifice?)
Ali - You only need a 64-bit version of Windows if you want to run 64-bit applications. My last three processors have been 64-bit, but I’ve been running the normal 32-bit XP. I’d rather not have to replace all sorts of drivers and software to run the 64-bit version. It’s just not worth the bother.
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