They have silicone floppy cake pans?
I want one!
you could always just sneak into someone’s wedding and snag one of the gifts…
the floppy plastic things - do they really work well? seems to me you wouldn’t really get the browning you do in an ordinary bake pan
Thanks for all the encouragement, folks. It ain’t gonna be easy, but I’ll get through it.
I was thinking about starting a blog, or Live Journal account, but I don’t have any experience with either. (To record my experiences.)
I caught the reference, anyrose. I love that commercial!
Dolores, I have a Live Journal, and it’s pretty easy to figure out. You can get most of the basic features for free, though since I’m active on it, I do have a paid account that offers a few more perks.
FWIW, I have no HTML or other web experience, so you know where I’m coming from.
Note 1: I have Calphalon knives! Does that count? (It had better, with how much I paid for them ::grumble grumble:
Note 2: I have the silicone baking sheets, but not floppy cake pans, and as my baked goods awaiting me in the refrigerator will tell you, yes, they do brown, but they took a little longer than the recipe said.
Note 3: swampy nekkid cookie baking would be improper in public! Not everyone likes to see cookies. 
:smack: :smack: :smack: Brain glitch. You know I meant dolores. Anyway, go have a facial…on me…enjoy…
I own one floppy muffin pan. Browns? Yep.
Well, you know we’ll be here to listen to any complaining that needs to be done. I think that’s what the MMP is really for. 
Speaking of complaining, this one has to do with women’s undergarments, so anybody uninterested better just skip to the next post.
Still with me? Okay. I’m wearing my favorite bra today. It’s neon green and the straps don’t slip off my shoulders (too much) and it never makes me feel like the elastic is cutting off circulation anywhere around my ribcage, yadda yadda yadda. So, of course, since it’s my favorite, the left-side underwire chose today to make its break for freedom. But first, it must savagely bayonet my armpit into submission. I am left wrestling with the choice of leaving it as it is and just trying not to move too much, or going into the ladies’ room and pulling it out–which could lead to complications ranging anywhere from slightly lopsided boobies to a completely torn and unwearable bra, if something goes drastically wrong.
I hate today.
I know. but now I get a free facial!
Back from Target–my cover charge was as high as ever. And I’m not done yet.
I never did make it to Kohl’s–gotta go tomorrow, as I hate shopping with crowds.
At Target, I got a clock, a pair of slop around the house black track pants, a new bathroom rug, a shirt and a photo frame. Grand total: $122.22.
<sigh>
I hear ya! I hate bras. Especially underwires. I’d go for the lopsided boobies, myself. Er - that came out wrong! <snerk> You know what I mean.
The first thing I do when I get home is kick off my shoes, pull off my shirt, and strip off the detested boulder holder.
One of my (rich) coworkers gave me 5 Calphalon pans last year. They’re used and they’re older than my other pans, but they’re still better than any of my others. I really really want a full set of them, but I don’t think anyone in my family can afford them so registering for them when **KeithT **and I get married probably won’t do me any good.
have you or KeithT no relatively well off acquaintances who will be invited?
or could not two or three family members chip in to get you one piece?
I’ve mentioned already that I hate today. All day, I’ve felt this building tension that has been driving me insane, wondering when the shoe’s going to drop. It just did.
It’s no secret that VP Boss Lady isn’t terribly fond of the receptionist we hired (to replace the receptionist that just stopped showing up last May). Current Receptionist is friendly and efficient enough, but she’s … quirky. There’s no way to describe this woman unless you’ve met her. One of those people who keeps talking to you after you’ve walked away, who goes above and beyond the call of duty on some things and not others. Every day, she alphabetizes the previous day’s invoices, puts a rubber band around them, and either my supervisor or I go pick them up and file them later in the day. And every day, she puts a post-it on the pile telling us what it is. Like we don’t know that it’s “January 31, A-Z.” One of those things that drives me nuts, but isn’t something one should get upset about. When she calls me at 5 to tell me she’s leaving, she also gives me an interminable rundown of who’s in the office and who’s not, despite the fact that I got all the same e-mails that she did, and therefore already know this news. It’s just stuff that you can’t despise her for, but nonetheless ticks you off for some reason you can’t quite come up with.
So, about twenty minutes ago, my supervisor (hereinafter referred to as Liz … because that’s her name) comes to ask me if I’ve got a minute. I was sick for three and a half days last week, and things have been edgy around here today, and we’ve been incredibly slow the last couple weeks so my days have revolved mostly around doing my work as it comes to me and surfing the boards when I’m done. I spend roughly three hours of my day actually doing work. I naturally believe I’m about to get shitcanned.
Instead, I discover that we’ve been secretly advertising for a new receptionist. The only problem is that our HR person forgot to mention in the advertisement that applicants shouldn’t call the office, so it ain’t exactly secret. Therefore, Current Receptionist is getting calls all day today about the position. She’s still working for a temp agency before going permanent here, so she calls the agency and tells them what’s up and how embarrassing it is for her and everything else, and then talks to VP Boss Lady, saying she’ll finish the week. VP Boss Lady (the same woman who said “why bother?” when I asked if we’d tried to contact Missing Receptionist back in May) says, again, “why bother?”, and so today is Current Receptionist’s last day.
My days of happy prodigious board-surfing are over, once again. Our former, retired receptionist (seriously, this poor woman retired three years ago, yet they still ask her to fill in whenever we lose a new receptionist) will be here as much as she can until we find a replacement, but once again, the majority of the calls will be on my head. As will the daily invoices, which can take anywhere from two hours to all day. Along with my not-hectic-right-now-but-still-annoying actual job.
I am now going into the bathroom to see if I can fix my bra and possibly commit hara-kiri with the liberated underwire. And if I can’t, I’m going to get my Xanax prescription refilled.
I’m confused.
So, this odd secretary has been the one fielding the applicants’ calls? and so she quit or was fired?
And why do you have to field all apps–if that’s part of your job, well…too bad and all that. If it’s not, why is it now?
See, I’m confused.
I hate underwire bras and won’t wear one. Don’t commit hari-kiri–think of your bell tower and the painting that needs to be done…
Family members actually TALK to coordinate something like that?? Oh the horror! :rolleyes:
My family has “issues.” KeithT’s might be able to pull off something like that. That’d be niiiiiiice. I want Calphalon!
Duh-it would help if I read the whole post.
Sorry-up to speed now. Carry on (but not with harikiri!)
Yes, because the lady who placed the ad forgot to tell people not to call their inquiries in.
She was going to be fired, but quit before that could happen.
I’m not fielding the applications, I’m the backup receptionist. If the receptionist is not at her desk for any reason, I’m the one who answers the phone. If she’s out for the whole day, I’m the one who does the daily work and answers the phone. This has always been my sad lot in life.
Blech.
That DOES suck.
My sympathies.
Here, have a cookie. (check your CD drive)
But if she was hired through a temp agency (I think I read that), then it should be no surprise that you are looking for a permanent replacement. That’s what temps are for - to fill in on jobs like that until you can bring in someone permanent.
We have Wolfgang Puck pans. But the GF was complaining the other night about them being too heavy. She was thinking that nice aluminum pans would be better. Are these Calaphon’s lightweight?
Yeah, have some pastry. :stuffs through cd drive:
In case anyone would like to see more images from the Wedding That Ate My Soul, I just got a slideshow link to some of OQD’s wedding pics. The photos are beautiful, and it’s here- http://spaces.msn.com/bingspace9000/