Rebo, that’s awful. We appreciate your ten years. I say you break those Waterford candle holders over HR lady’s head.
Rigs, go you, with the getting lots done. I went home last night and decided to meditate. Then I woke up just in time for Survivor.
This morning was rough. At 5:30, they emptied the dumpster in front of the building. Very loud. At 6:30, Khan was up in my face doing the “Mommy, I have no food” dance. Suffering builds character, so I threw the covers over my head. He wasn’t going to die if he didn’t eat for another half hour. Then, I suddenly had the horrible feeling that I was about to oversleep. I blinked at the clock for a few minutes, and the phone rang (my roomie’s brother, waiting for his ride to the airport) and I couldn’t figure out why my alarm clock was making a phone noise.
Imma gonna have a very busy day. Big client from the Big Apple coming in for a big tadoo over at KSC. You may read about it later. Anyhoo, what that means is I get to do the forelock tugging work and at the same time man the phones as a favor to the receptionist because of a special luncheon AND set up a mail merge to produce labels and press releases for EIGHT EFFEN HUNNERT recipients. We don’t usually do snail mail but the client wants it so the client gets it. I hope my printer holds out. Otherwise it’s lug everything to Kinkos.
rebo, congrats on the ten years. Cow-orkers…booooooooooo!
taxi, knock em dead!
swampy, you can have all the dumpsters from the high school across the way from our house where they empty them at 3:00 aye em!
Yeah, or that. See, Drae, when I oversleep I never get a “feeling” that I’m about to do so. It just happens.
But enough about that. Today’s pun will provide the yardstick by which all other puns are measured…
Hehehehe. After classes today I finally get to relax for a bit. Some friends and I are going to see the new movie version of The Producers at the campus cinema. Yay for Fridays!
Thanks for all the MMP good luck wishes. I can’t remember exactly when I posted yesterday, but I think it was before everything was scheduled, so the update is that I officially have 3 interviews… all next Thursday! Eeek! But I got a nice new navy interview suit and a pair of navy pumps go to with it. So I’m all set. Except that I think by the third interview of the day the suit will be a little rumpled. But oh well.
The good part is the two second-round interviews (the third interview is a first-round one) are offering lots of vacation: one has 18 days and the other is 4 weeks of vacation! Wohoo! I can’t even imagine that much. I’m very very very excited about that after only having 2 weeks vacation.
On to the not-so-good news: I got a bill from stinkin’ RPI last night… for more than $5,000! EEEEEEEEEK! Aparently, they’ve decided they think they should take back part of the full tuition they gave me for Fall '03. Um… you couldn’t have mentioned this, oh, say 2 years ago?? And WTF? I had an agreement that they’d pay FULL TUITION. Not full tuition minus $5400 two years later. So I’m trying to straighten that out today. There is no way I’m going to pay that. I’ve already got my degree! Is this really the way to treat alums? It’s not exactly making me want to donate money once I’m rich! GAH! Watch out spats. You never know when RPI will come to get you.
Who says I understand what is being measured informally? :eek:
I use joules at work (defibrillators)–this is what I know of joules: it’s tiny shocks of electricity to “jump start” the heart. Do I really need to know anything else?
I didn’t think so.
I need help this morning. I have an ear worm of the worst kind. I have that horrible song, “Just Another Manic Monday” in my head–it was part of my dream. Double :eek:
AND I come to the SDMB for solace and laughs and find that MY thread has been closed down by the Mod Overlord Naz-no I can’t say it. To say it would be beneath my dignity. All I can say is that I FINALLY have a thread with my name in the title (and it’s not even a Pit thread!) and it is closed due to its mundanity (mundaneness?). This is a mighty blow to the ego. I have fallen and I cannot get up. <sob>
Stick (proper) tapers from the top to the bottom. It gives me a better grip holding onto the fat end. (If no one makes an obvious joke with this quote, I’ll be very disappointed.) But Stick (proper) has developed cracks and checks in the wood and I don’t trust Stick anymore.
So enter Stick II. Stick II is just a broomstick (actually a handle from a broken bow rake), so the diameter is uniform all the way down.
But just to complicate things, I have a new collapsible hiking stick. I got it as a Christmas present. Since it collaspes (not while I’m using it) each section from top to bottom gets progressively thinner. Not that this new stick has replaced Stick II, I just use it sometimes.
Nothing actually popped out of anything this week. But we did get a helpful letter from a rat that was about to go under the knife. The rat had a fatty growth under its armpit (I didn’t check to see if it was a girl rat or a boy rat, so I will refer to it as “it”, gender neutral.) that needed to be taken off. And the rat was a little concerned about the surgery, so it wrote us a letter explaining its concerns about anasthesia and how we’d be closing up the incision. (The rat wanted us to glue it shut. We did.)
Only I’m not thinking the rat actually wrote us the letter. See, the letter had some typos in it. (Like my posts, actually.) I think a rat smart enough to write us up a letter would be keen enough to use SpellCheck. It probably just dictated the letter to its “mom”.
Whoa. Holy BLAP. I mean, I know they want alums to donate, but billing them is just silly. :: realizes he’ll be an alum in 42 days :: …crap. Wait, you were a student for Fall '03? I was a student for Fall '03! When did you graduate, Spring '04?
Wow, Dolores, that was odd, tacky, and nasty. Whyinhell didn’t they let you know they wouldn’t give you your award at the awards ceremony? Whyinhell didn’t they give it to you at the ceremony anyway?
Damn Rebo! That’s just WRONG! WRONG, I TELL YA! I’m gonna smack 'em upside their STOOPIT heads.
Congrats to you. Ten years is a long time. I’m coming up on 23 years in September. I don’t get anything for that. I’ll received a pin and certificate at 25 years.
taxi, want I should smack those RPI dummies too? What a bunch of maroons! Seriously, I hope you get it worked out to YOUR advantage, not theirs. Also, even though I wished you luck in your other thread, I’m wishing you luck on the interviews here too! So, now you have double good luck wishes from me. That should mean something…like…you get the job you want!
I never took physics! I don’t want to learn physics. Math is SCARY! I suck at MATH! I never went beyond Algebra 2 or 3 and Geometry 2. I got my STOOPIT math credits in high school out of the way and quit taking math, because I HATES it! English, history, stuff like that though, I can whiz through. I love that kind of stuff. I’ve only taken a couple of college classes. I took English 101 and 102 and aced them. They were incredibly easy.
So, basically, I’m just a high school educated person. I’m smart, I know that, and take any opportunity to learn something new. I read all the time. I read history, science, archeology, stuff like that. I read all kinds of stuff and have all sorts of facts tucked in my brain. I just never had the money to go to college. Maybe someday I will. Frankly, I’m just too friggin’ lazy to work full time AND go to college. I did that with the English classes (and that was one stupid class at a time), and I didn’t like it. I like spending time with my family and doing stuff with my family. Maybe once the kids are gone, I can devote more time to educating myself.
taxi you got sump’n in writing from RPI that says they agreed to pay the full tuition? By the way, just how and where upon one’s person would navy pumps be worn?
Puggy KSC? Kentucky Stewed Chicken?
The dumpster people are sending over a nice brand new shiny dumpster to replace the poor beat up dented one. They were highly displeased to learn that their driver ran over the poor thing. I wonder if he’ll get to go pee in a cup. That happens in a lot of places whenever someone is involved in an accident.
Guess what! I’m a big ol’ mean low-life scum bucket! Well, I’m one of two. DQ’s ex-supervisor is the other one. We got a phone call from a customer. Seems she has taken it upon herself to tell others just what big ol’ mean low-life scum buckets we really are, as opposed to the sweet kind upstanding moral pillars of the community we represent ourselves to be. Rats! My cover is blown. Whatever shall I do now?
Hee! I made the google ads be about dumpsters. Wonder what would happen if I mentioned cat litter several times. I wonder if an add about cat litter would show up. Would you click on an ad about cat litter? I don’t think I’d click on an add about cat litter. I don’t have a cat so I don’t need cat litter. Is cat litter somethin’ one should buy over the internet? It just doesn’t seem right to buy cat litter like that. What if your cat didn’t like the cat litter? What would you do with the cat litter then? Would the local shelter take your unused cat litter?
Nope-it’s still on non hydraulic crane lifters (which sounds vaguel dirty to me)
I need to get out more.
In other news: I just came back from Home Despot–and I am finally getting my kitchen measured for new cabinets! All hail the decline and fall of Rigby’s old kitchen, which looks like crap (with pink countertops no less)!
AND I’m in my skinny jeans today–have I done died and gone to heaven? :eek:
I’m in my “not quite as big as before” pants (can’t wear jeans at work, even on casual Friday, anymore)
And we want to see before and after pics of rigs’ kitchen
After classes today I finally get to relax for a bit. Some friends and I are going to see the new movie version of The Producers at the campus cinema. Yay for Fridays!
