Yes I did. Of course, he didn’t know me. And I didn’t say anything stupid, either, like I sometimes do when I meet people who are known by many.* As for the networking part, there was some of that. Met a pair of brothers who are trying to break into the small-boat building and sales business.
And what was really strange/serendipidous, I knew the band that was hired to play. In fact, the drummer is one of my oldest friends from down here, and was the best man at my wedding in 1988. I walked up to the band with a beer in my hand, and asked him, “What are you doing here?” He said, “I’m working. What are you doing here?” “Believe it or not, I’m working too!” And then he told me about his ex-girlfriend who just went to jail.
mika saw BOOBIES! While sitting next to really uptight people!!
*This refers to the Hideous Matthew Sweet incident, and there’s not enough money in the world to make me live through it again.
ok-1st-I can’t even get the quote in question to post. And 2nd–I don’t get it. I also don’t get the Big Dagger (a riff on the Big Dipper?). And I missed the sci mi tar one, apparently.
I am going to fill in my application for the Illinois State Home for the Bewildered.
<grumps off to bank>
oh, god. oh, god. Oh, ye huddled masses, yearning to breathe free. :smack:
<asystole ensues>
Ooof. Got five batches of dough rising, and I’ve got all sorts of chores to do. I think I’ll try chocolate cinnamon buns again, trying for a more syrupy filling this time instead of a fudgy one.
swampy, those are hideous.
One of my co-workers sent me this link last night. No, not Useless Git. Kitten vs Powerbook. I didn’t have to kill Useless Git last night because I stayed as far away from him as possible. I’m not sure if I should talk to my manager- I don’t want to tattle, but he’s really annoying about three-quarters of my co-workers.
Bobbio I’m all atwitter here. What? When I’m Mr. Swampington Bear, overthetopgaydecorator, I’m allowed to be atwitter. Here’s the absolute perfect to die for design for your home office/study.
rigs, here’s yesterday’s pun, since you missed it. Today’s is indeed a riff on the Big Dipper, and once again I blame any inadequacies in the setup on the fact that I’ve reconstructed it from memory. Maybe tonight I’ll post what I actually came up with last night.
Just a little something that may help you make a decision. Eons ago, I had a very trusting boss and a coworker who took advantage of that trust. She put in for overtime and got it approved. I was on overtime at the same time because I had a short-fuse design project that had to get done. Anyway, she spent her time on overtime reading magazines and doing her income taxes.
I didn’t feel comfortable saying anything to her as she was older and had been there lots longer than I was. So I went to my boss and said “If someone was abusing overtime, would you want to be told?” He did, and I did. Turns out he suspected she was abusing the privilege. He was appreciative, and I don’t think she ever knew why her OT was disapproved from then on.
I will admit that I’ve had my slack moments at work, but when I had OT or comp time, it was because something had to get done, and I was hard at work. And further for the record, I didn’t rat her out when I knew she was going to the mall on the clock. I probably should have, but on the other hand, if the boss can’t keep track of his own people…
Well it certainly isn’t the first time seeing them…I mean, I do have a pair myself. And there’s always printed material. But yeah, now that you mention it it was the first time seeing others’ bare, live, and in performance art.
That brings back memories of the kitchen in my very first apartment. It was a studio with a little galley-style kitchen. The countertop and backsplash were tiled - in baby yellow and green. The fridge was pink. I called it my after-dinner mint kitchen. I’ve gotta scan some pics and share them - it was stunning. Especially the wall that wasn’t tiled - it was paneled. :eek:
