A lot of agencies have jobs that are temp-to-perm, as in they temp for a few months, and then get hired and given benefits. These companies are usually the ones who don’t want to pay anything they don’t have to until they’re sure they need to. I got this job through the same temp agency. It’s common enough. Actually, it’s possible that she was already on perm status, but she called the agency just because she was pissed.
Poor Draelin! hugs! I feel for you with your bra problem. <snerk> 
That also didn’t come out quite right. But it’ll get better! Just get through today.
Here’s perky news! I told you 1000 thread count sheets would go on sale for $99. Including king size!!
Oh, and while I most definitely appreciate the offers of food … my computer does not have a CD drive. Or a floppy drive. Just a hole where some sort of drive ought to be.
But I’ll retrieve them from my laptop when I get home. 
Drae, I’ve got some dark chocolate hershey’s kisses. Here, I’ll slide a few through the cd drive as well. Hopefully, a replacement will be found soon and things won’t be so bad for you.
Oh, the underwire thing. I hate being stabbed by underwire too. Fortunately, the last several boulder holders that I’ve purchased haven’t done this to me. I MUST have underwire. I can’t stand the non-underwire bras. Different strokes for different folks and all that, I guess.
Lissa, those were very nice pictures.
We’re having a pre-Superbowl potluck at work tomorrow. I need to think of something to bring. The problem is that everytime I think of something, someone else is already bringing it. I’m sure I’ll think of something.
Well, off to publish a report.
Dammit! That should have been Lissla not Lissa . Sorry about that, thought I’d touched the “l”, but apparently I didn’t press hard enough, or something. :smack:
Dolores, best of luck with the treatments. We want you to be all healthy and stuff!
I just started a new job this week. So far, I’m not liking it so much, but I did get to take picture of a cute cop today, so that was good. I have to go to Target tonight, but I will not spend much money. I will have self control. I will only buy the things on my list. No Valentine’s candy, no socks or undies, just lemon pudding and milk and eggs. Target has bamboo sheets–they’re not 1000 thread count, but they’re so soft! I want some. I did get bamboo socks, and they’re very nice. Who knew you could make stuff out of bamboo?
I don’t have any embarassing naked stories. Guess I’ve had a boring life. Not like Welby. That was a funny story. Especially the part about him knowing you were there all along.
Prepared to be impressed!
I dropped off my car to be checked out. It wasn’t quite 3 yet, the loaner car was still out and FCD hadn’t left work yet, so I decided I’d walk home. I knew it was less than 6 miles, so off I went. I was able to get off the main road for a short stretch - maybe a mile, but most of the rest of the trek home was along Rt 5. Fortunately, there are very wide, paved shoulders, so I had a nice safety margin between me and the cars.
I got home in about an hour and a half. **FCD ** measured the route I took on his way home - it was just under 5 miles. And I’ve got the blister to prove it… Whew - what a work out!
The mechanic drove my car and said it’s definitely the differential. He’s going to open it up tomorrow - with luck, all he’ll have to do is replace the bearings and seals. Then I can get out under $1K. Otherwise, well, it could be really bad… <sigh> So cross your fingers for the cheaper repair. And I’ve now got the loaner - a rather smelly old Corsica. At least I don’t have to miss work.
Dolores, good thoughts coming your way.
And if I may ask for some good thoughts for my sweetie - he’s going under the knife again. Tomorrow we’ll find out exactly when, but I expect it’ll be pretty soon. This has got to fix his problem - it’s just got to…
Tee hee, I liked that story, welby. I feel kind of left out without an embarrassing naked-in-public story. But not particularly motivated to change that status. Today, at any rate.
Please keep us up-to-date on your treatment, Dolores. I like the idea of a blog. I have a LiveJournal too (don’t use it much), but it’s easy to use.
What kind of job is it, MagicEyes? What don’t you like about it? Hope it gets better.
Drae, I have Starbursts and three kinds of Hershey’s Kisses (mint, dark and milk chocolate). Take your pick. (Or have one of each!)
Those are really nice pictures Lissla. I loved the one with the secret agent groomsmen. OQD & hubby make a really cute couple.
And that is an extremely yellow pallet jack. I thought of the school-bus thread too, rigs.
Wow, five whole miles, FCM? That’s good! Good thoughts going out to FCD as well! Necks and backs are awful things when they’re not working right!
Long day - had lunch with friends. Kind of tiring as a couple of them are the kind that talk non-stop. But still fun.
GT
Good thoughts back at ya, FCM. For hubby and the car.
I don’t have Calphalon. I have one pan called Circulon - I don’t love it anymore. It has circular ridges in the bottom, but it never did work like I thought it would. I buy cheap nonstick for eggs every couple of years, and I have a cast iron skillet. But mostly I use my old Farberware stainless steel. I also have a cast aluminum Dutch oven that’s older than the hills. Works great though! I think about new pots and pans every now and then - but I spend money on other more important stuff. Like books! 
I have to go talk to the Pessimistic Librarian.
She is the one I am interviewing for my grad school app. When I talk to her–she says things like, "do you know how competitive this is? " and “it is so hard to get into.”
This, I don’t need.
Blah. Wish me luck.
Oh, and took my daughter driving today so she can gain hours (so she can take her test) and we went to a labyrinth! Very cool.
I started work today with a rousing round of Screw Your Neighbor! But not in the Good Way. Someone stole the soap pump out of the boys’ bathroom. This left me, as I am a boy, without appropriate means of washing my hands. Not pleased.
I looked high and low for a new, or even used, soap pump. No dice. (I could have said “no soap”, but that would have been stupid.) I asked Boss Vet if he had any other soap pumps squirrelled away somewhere. Nope. But the two of us searched out the filched soap pump. It was in the girls’ bathroom. (He went in, not me.) Right next to their regular soap pump. (Which was empty.)
Now, if they just traded their empty soap pump for our nearly full one, that would be one thing. But to just steal ours and not leave us anything to fill with soap so I can wash my hands? That’s NOT NICE.
But, as of now, Soap Parity has been reached.
In other fun news: I dropped a 40-50 pound frozen dog on my foot today. My right big toe is badly bruised.
It’s all part of the Glamour, folks!
Chin up, rigs. She clearly doesn’t realize that you are competitive. We saw you kick butt on that GRE. What role does she play in you getting into grad school? (Just wondering.)
**Rue! ** (It’s Thursday, so we know it’s really you.) I have only two things to say:
- You work with mean girls. (Consider pulling their braids.)
- OWWWWWWW. Sorrry about the glamorous owie.
OK, that’s maybe 2 1/2 things.
GT
So what is the opposite of oogie? Y’all watch this, I’m going to reverse oogie Swampy.
I went out tonight, and spent $200+ on duds small enough that they don’t fall off my ass. Here it comes: I also needed swim gear for the same reasons. I bought myself a gen-you-wine Speedo.
Damned thing cost more than the new yuppie shoes I got for work, too…
We don’t have gender-divided bathrooms but we do have people that think it’s easier to just keep moving around all the soap dispensers to where they need them instead of actually filling the empty soap dispenser in that spot.
Grrrrr! I so want to start a pit thread on Bank of America right now. I went to log in to my account, made one attempt to log in with the correct info and got the warning “you have exceeded the maximum log in attempts” (apparantly one is the maximum) “now you must call us so we can put you on hold forever and play our godawful annoying jingle over and over again until you want to shove a pencil into your brain. Have a nice day.”
The friendly phone voice said the wait time was 4 minutes. My arm started to fall asleep while holding the phone so that I finally gave up after 15 minutes. So I hung up. Tomorrow I will go into the bank and bitch at them in person.
The most annoying thing about this is that every few months they decide my one log in attempt was too much and either force me to change my password or I have to go through the phone torture again. Why is it so hard to have a website with security features that actually work and aren’t a pain in the ass?
Psh, getting your own nekkid in public story is easy. All you need is a little alcohol and a wild sense of abandon. You could be shocking and awing us in less than an hour.
It’s against the law to offer someone chocolate without handing them entire box/bag/dumptruck keys.
Dolores, I wish you the best of luck. Welbywife has just been diagnosed with Hep C, seems she picked it up when she had her first child, she needed some blood, and Russian hospitals aren’t known for thier high standards of blood screening. The kids are not infected, nor am I, so we’re breathing a little easier for that. She’s not sure what she wants to do about it, though we haven’t been to a specialist yet either. The appointment is sometime this month. She’s terrified of the treatments, we’ve both read more than one story about it being bad.
It would be great to see a blog and hear more about this. I think she’ll probably be in for a lot of the same experiences. Maybe it’ll help her while helping you? At any rate, best of luck, and have a dumptruck full of chocolate.
Morning, everybody!
Thanks, Welby. Good luck to your wife. Now I’m dealing with referral issues. I called my PCP yesterday, and they are working on it. My appointment is at 10:45! I’m been gearing up and steeling myself for this appointment, they better not make me reschedule, dammit.
In other news, I have babies! Baby basil and baby parsley, in little baby pots on my windowsill. I’m so proud!
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Dolores? Dorry-do?
Um-guys–looks like she got cut off there…check back in, soon!
The interview was all good. She IS a cautious, timid person, so I think she is intimidated for everyone, so to speak.
back later
What a surprise. The Google ads want to sell us cookware!
I don’t think I can top dropping a frozen dog this morning. The most exciting thing I’ve done in the last 24 hours is watch The Machinist. Good movie, if you’re looking for a little sumthin’ under the heading of Mess With Your Mind.
I feel really good this morning. I slept from 9:30 last night until 7:15 this morning! Yup, over 9 1/2 hours of sleep really make you feel good!
I got measured last night to decide if the wedding gown I want will fit properly. It’ll have to be altered, of course, but it is the right size. So I think I’m going to order that today. I’m so excited! Now I just need to find someone willing to alter it. The dress shops aren’t willing to since I’m buying it off the internet. And I don’t know how good any of the other seamstresses around here are. It’s one thing to hem a skirt and another to alter a wedding gown. So we’ll see.
Just telling us about the Speedo isn’t really oogie-worthy Bobbio. We need picture proof. Now THAT would oogie out Swampy. 