We may have to hand-feed Keith’s cat, Nikita. She’s refusing to eat cat food, and has lost weight (which, considering she was skinny to start with, isn’t a good thing). All she wants is human food, which she begs for horribly. So last night while we were eating, I grabbed a handful of kitty food and gave it to her a couple pieces at a time. She thought it was human food and gobbled it right up. So now we may have to hand-feed her cat food while eating human food. Great. :rolleyes:
Those weren’t the words I learned in Spanish class. I knew they weren’t preparing me for the real world. :mad:
We learned to just say “feliz cumpleanos a ti” over and over again. And how does one do the damned tilde? If I’m to communicate with Nava, I need to remember.
**Tiggs ** - forgive me if I’m out of line, but perhaps the reason they think they can do that is because you comply. What if you were away for a few days and weren’t checking your emails, what then? Next time they pull a stunt like that, tell them where they can stick it. It 's your business, your rules, and if they don’t play nice you’ll take your ball and go home.
Last week I started writing for an internet site, doing entertainment (music, movie & television reviews to start, maybe more meatier stuff later) submissions. The problem I’m having is that, if I tell y’all where it is online, I’ll lose my internet anonymity (everything that’s posted has my IRL name on it.) And I’m not sure yet I want that. Opinions?
Well, I’ve refused to play before; if this had been any longer, I would have. I do let them know well in advance when I’m going out of town and not available for work, but of course that wasn’t the case this time, and they know I’m usually online all day every day. The reason I even bothered to do the job is because these people pay better than anyone else in the area in my line of work, they’re quite amenable to bribing me with higher pay rates to do rush work, if I can’t meet a deadline they don’t argue with me about it because they know if I can’t do it, no one can, and they never, ever, ever argue with me about what I bill.
Plus the last time I tried to add another company to my repertoire, a company that had been successfully in business for 30 years and that had some of the best contracts going, they went out of business in about two short months thanks to the owner having died and his partner who inherited the business being a fatal combination of egotistical + incompetent. It was really sad and painful for all concerned. And even they didn’t pay as well as these people, especially with the higher-rate bribery they’re willing to offer me on a regular basis.
One time last winter, however, when I’d been fighting bronchitis for several weeks, I negotiated with them to send me 1/2 day of a multi-day job, which I knew from long experience with that client was the easiest part plus had the longest deadline; and they screwed up and sent me not only the wrong day but a full day to boot and expected 400+ pages back in 1.5 days. So I just stuck it in return FedEx and didn’t even open the envelope. So they know that if they try to push me too hard, I won’t play.
It was the fact that they just dumped the work on me and didn’t tell me whether it was due this morning or this afternoon that pissed me off. I was pretty sure I’d feel better today, since I’d watched Papa Tigs deal with this bug and I was finally getting a handle on the headache by late evening yesterday; but I really would have preferred to not do any work at all last night. So I gave the young lady who sent it to me the ass-chewing of her life a little while ago. It felt great. 
I don’t think you have anything to worry about - any stalkers in the MMP are very open and above board about it, so you know who [del]we[/del] they are. And just because we know who and where you are doesn’t mean we’re going to track you down and bombard you with requests for crash space. I say risk it - of course if you do, the rest of the Dope world (read: uncool kids) will also know, so it’s really up to you. But I would be interested in what you have to say on the subject of the world of entertainment
I know who you are and where you work. Finding out where you live isn’t that much harder. Shall we discuss a price for my continued silence?
:eek: Oh shit. He knows the same about me…
[Emily Latella]
Never mind.
[/Emily Latella]
I wouldn’t open-end it, if I were you. I don’t think the MMPers would stalk you, but putting it out on the forum would make it available to the known universe. You could do like fcm, does with her ceramics and let folks e-mail you if they’re interested and keep it more private.
I was going to suggest that - e-mail me a link, I’d love to see it.
Then I can stalk you too, if that seems like a good thing to do.
doggio, I never know what I’m going to need to research at my job. We have some interesting clients, and some of my people do very interesting work for their clients. Still, prisons are a first!
I woke up crying this morning, thinking about Huntress and her 2 sisters. If there’s a heaven, she’s there and safe, for all eternity. RIP Huntress (1983).
If it were just the Regular Gang of MMP’ers reading this, I wouldn’t think twice. But we get a lot of lurkers, and it just makes me a little uncomfortable. I think the email idea is a good one. Nothing is up on that site yet anyway. But I do have a lot of stuff being sent to me (CDs, DVDs) for me to write up. In fact, Mr. Postman should have something at home for me today.
I’ll say something when stuff starts getting posted.
VBob that was funny.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEL
(coding stolen shamelessly from Nava)
Now then. Sorry I’m late - I was up until 3:30 last night doing homework, only to get back and find my internet had gone wonky. SO, I went to bed and promptly overslept my class. Yeah. Fun times. Here’s a pun:
I still have one more problem to do out of the mechanics set - I’m told it’s on the easy side, fortunately, since I need to get it done today. Ah, the life of a physics graduate student. I practically live in the physics building now - they should just give me housing there.
I don’t think I’ve done that, but I have looked at cat threads and thought - “Why?” So if I ever came across like that, I’m really sorry.
Happy Birthday Tel. Did I miss it? I’m so tired and confused. Here’s why.
We are going to a company for a big sponsorship today. My boss - let’s call him Tom - has had me working on the proposal for 2.5 days. No kidding. And the proposal was already typed up! He’s just really bad at it. Anyway, I’ve been so busy that I didn’t have a chance to properly proof it. You can guess where this is going, can’t you? Yes, there was a typo - in the company NAME. The thing is
- He proofread it too.
- He was TOLD to be very careful of the company name.
- He rushed me like crazy and didn’t give me time to look at it properly.
It’s not my fault, and no one is blaming me for it. I mean, even he probably won’t mention it because he’ll be too embarrassed. And honestly, I know it’s not my fault. I never made a mistake like that before. And the other girls in the office think it’s HILARIOUS…I can see the humor, but I wish it hadn’t happened to me. 
And just what do you have to hide, hmmmmm?? :dubious:
That’s all - I have nothing more of substance to add. I’m home from work and once I finish reading my comics, I’m going to change into grubbies and go play with clay. YAY! And then have day-old stuffed cabbage for dinner - double YAY!!
Live is good.
I knew I’d forget: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TEL!!!
Had to drive by and say WHITE ELEPHANT TIME!!!
Also, I just went to the nurse, and I have an ear infection. It hurts a lot. The soonest that the doctor can see me is tomorrow at 10:15.
Ow.
Sean - so you’ll be writing reviews? I have a recommendation - Alice Gomez’ Flute Dreams simply marvelous
Swept, vacuumed, mopped, and now I’m going to hang around until time for work.
The lurker thing occasionally kind of weirds me out. When I remember it, which isn’t often.
Lurkers, show yourselves!
All right, everyone’s comforting me that it’s not my fault, and I’m eating a Snickers bar, so I feel a lot better. One of the very few times in my life I went hunting for chocolate.
meeks, I know zactly how you feel! Drama Queen Account Exec is making my life hell. If she would just give me instructions and not explain to me every living detail of why she is doing what she’s doing, I’d probably make fewer mistakes on her behalf. It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy or summit.