Sigh - bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED, BORED, BORED, BORED.
I think this job isn’t right for me. I’ma go talk to my recruitment agent to find me a new one!
It’s better than the last one, isn’t it?
Good morning, MMP!
[Southern sarcasm]Well, bless little CloudMaiden’s heart![/Ss] That girl has got some serious issues.
Pie, I hope y’all can work it out - whether that’s apart or together. (And I vote for ice cream, too!)
Tomorrow is my RDO, so today is my Firday! Yay!
Off to go warm up breakfast - leftover chicken and broccoli casserole ffrom last night’s din-din. I’m about coffee’d out…
Yeah, it’s better than the last one (not that that would be terribly hard), but I find the whole Net Nanny/Big Brother thing really weird, and there is this whole centralised power and control structure that is uncomfortable for me. I really dislike not being allowed to send any emails (like I can’t be trusted or summat), as everything has to be sent out by a Partner. Sigh, it’s really difficult to explain, unless you have an appreciation for how most law firms work, and how this one is completely different. So, yeah, I have a good job, I’d just like to find a better one. We’ll see …
Gah, is it quit o’clock yet? Roll on, weekend!!!
You and me both, Dotty. I’m polishing off the ol’ resume and sending it out this weekend.
Mini meltdown last night. I’ve been running myself ragged for a year with the assurances that the right people were noticing and that it would definitely pay off, but with five weeks left to go on my contract, it’s becoming rapidly apparent that my “pay off” is a guarantee that my old job will be waiting for me. Gee thanks.
As of today, I’m on work to rule. I will do exactly what my job description states I must do, and absolutely nothing more than that. No more unpaid overtime. No working from home. No answering emails after hours on the Blackberry.
Haze, I know CM is crazy and all… but WTF does this mean? :dubious: :
Mahna, if I knew, I would know the secrets of the universe. 
:: hugs and kisses for everyone ::
Today I’m going to [del]burn[/del] finish grading the last of my students’ papers, do the laundry, clean the house, hand over keys to Mr Cheerio’s girlfriend so she can come feed Olive this weekend, and fit in some yoga as well. I am determined to be productive today! You can’t stop me!
{{Pie}}
I think the row of shrubs just inside the fence on our patio might be a lilac variant. That’s a picture of the buds, and here are the leaves. What do you think?
If they are a lilac variant, you’ll definitely know when they bloom. Lilacs are like those girls that bathe in perfume and knock out everyone within a hundred yard radius with their overpowering scent. 
Just finished reading Coldfire’s May 5th thread. I have never seen it before, but I have been sitting here in my office trying not to cry like a baby. My Poppy (Dad’s father) served in Papua New Guinea in WWII and never spoke of it anyone, outside other returned servicemen. The only things I know are that he was a truck driver in the Air Force, and in one particular convoy, both trucks in front of and behind his were blown up, while the guy travelling with him was killed by sniper fire. That, and all the walking through swamps left him with a gammy leg. Not much to recall, but my heart aches when I think of what Poppy and his generation suffered to assure us of the freedoms we hold so dear.
Howdy, all. Things are never dull in the MMP, are they?
{{Pie}} It sounds like you and TV Man need a huge dose of honest communication, with a side helping of putting each other first, not exes. I hope things work out, if that’s what you want.
Haze, I’d say putting the Bigger Pond between you and Crazy Maiden is probably a good start. And then never speaking to or hearing from her again sounds even better.
Sorry about job woes, everybody. Papa Tigs is having his own – as if he wasn’t busy enough already (putting in 12-14 hour days every day), they’re down two important people in his department until August. Which means many, many more hours of work for him. He brought work home last night and spent the whole evening on it. Poor guy, he really doesn’t need that. I worry about his health, seriously, because he internalizes pressure too much. I’m glad we’ve got this Idaho trip and then the trip to the pow-wow in July planned, plus he’s got a conference to go to in San Antonio in June that should give him a few days’ break from the insanity.
At least one good thing happened at the hospital: George, the golden retriever who’s been the hospitality director of physical therapy, has been promoted to Sergeant Major. He “helps” everyone with their therapy whether they want it or not. I asked Papa Tigs if they try to teach him not to, and he said, “How can they? He outranks them!”
All I want for Mother’s Day is for my son to remember it and actually call me. I think I shall assign his sister to drop hints. Very, very large hints. He’s a little obtuse at times. Kids these days! :rolleyes:
Okay, back to work. I think I can finish the first, larger chunk of the Stupid Idiot today. Please, FSM, I need your Noodly Assistance, please!
Boo to all who are behaving badly. And they know who they are.
gt, I defer to your superior knowledge on the plants. Tiger Lilies maybe??
fcm, you need a reward for doing such a bang-up job on the wedding! Are the happy couple in residence yet?
I need to go pick up mail.
Tupug
Send the old one to DH, will ya? It’s been over five months, and he’s only found temp gigs here and there - string them all together, and he’s maybe worked 2 and a half weeks total. Earlier this week, one of his headhunters asked if he was a certified forklift operator. That was the only job they had available, regardless of qualifications. I have no idea how a “professional” staffing agency wound up with that - they normally deal in things like accountants, paralegals, bookkeepers and administrative assistants.
We’re getting into serious “Will we be able to keep the house?” territory now.
We have no idea where things are with CDCR and their process to get DH hired and into the academy. Nobody ever accused the state of California at being quick to do much of anything. On the other hand, as the economy gets worse and worse, and more people are committing crimes like stealing gasoline or the yutz that dumped over 3,000 gallons of toluene over the weekend to get ten bucks worth of brass valve parts, (killing over 300 fish and birds and causing a $250,000 cleanup) prisons may be the only growth industry left.
One bright note - in today’s headlines, I saw that “Dredlock Guy” was booted from American Idle. I don’t get the show - people are going gaga over marginally talented singers’ ability to do what…? Seems a half step up from karaoke. Good riddance though - I’ve seen too many nasty heads around here to ever think of dredlocks as anything but lice-infested, greasy mats of hair. <shudder>
Would if I could, gotti! I feel for you! (((gotti))) Fortunately for me, banking and finance lawyers are in hot demand in this neck of the woods, especially ones with Islamic Finance experience, so I will always be able to find a decent job.
Hubby and I had a date night planned for tonight. Nothing special, a friend of mine was going to come over and babysit (aka watch TV while HRH sleeps) and we were going to go to the pub, have a nice meal, drink a few pints and play pool (aka billiards, aka 8-ball). I came home, reminded hubby of this fact and he grouched, “I don’t wanna. YOUR daughter has been a pain all afternoon and I’m tired!” GRRRRR! So I sent a text to my friend, saying don’t bother coming round. Then, while I was feeding HRH her night-night bottle, he walks in and says, “You know what? You’re right. We do need a night out!” YAYYYYY, she thinks, I’ll send a new “please disregard previous missive” message to my friend! I finish feeding HRH, come downstairs, and hubby says, as he’s walking out the door, “Sorry, but work called and I have to go in tonight”. GRRRRRRR! :mad: All I see these days is home and the office! What’s a girl to do?
ETA: MamaT, I already ordered these for my Mummy for Mother’s Day. Think she’ll like them?
Well dang! Here I am lettin’ my hair grow out (it’s up to half an inch all over!) and gotti says he won’t like me if’n I get dreadlocks. Guess I’ll just keep on gettin’ my haid buzzed. Good luck to DH with the job hunt!
I’s through workin’ y’all! WOOHOO!!! Ok, I could do some more stuff but I dont’ have to and I don’t want to and besides I’m officially off work until Monday now. YAY!!!
Dotty good luck with the job search. Nuttin’ wrong with seein’ what else is out there, I say. Heck, I’m sorta doin’ it myself cause I don’t think I want this gig forever. What I’m likin’ is the fact that I don’t have to be lookin’ and can decide if I wanna pursue sump’n (i.e. interview) or not if offered.
Ok, I think I’ll go do some laundry.
Later Y’all!
Purty flowers, Dotty! Your mum will love them!
We’ve got weather moving in; we’ve had off-and-on really gusty winds since the middle of last night, and even though the temp is warm, the wind is cool. And very damp. My aching bones are feeling it, and I suspect arthritic Isaac’s are, too. No chasing the Kong around the yard for him today – he’s figured out that when he and I are both achy, it’s a good day to just snooze all afternoon. I only wish I could emulate him. 
Back to the Stupid Idiot. Aargh. One attorney has given up in disgust, and the other one achieves astonishingly shrieky tones of incredulity. Not that I blame her. But it’s hard on MY ears, even if it totally whooshes right over him!
I just found **a tick **crawling on my bra. A TICK.
I HATE TICKS.
Is everybody having a siesta? Two whole hours without a post?
I had a nummy cheeseburger from Whataburger for lunch (NOL.) Mmm, it’s been a while.
I say ICK to TICKS!!!
I’s working on my jigsaw puzzle. Finnally finished the little girl’s coat. Hopefully I can finish the whole thing before I leave for Atlanta tomorrow.
I’m meeting Mr Cheerio’s Girlfriend for lunch. (I’m just going to start calling her Ms. Wilde from now on. Her IRL nickname is Dandy, and whenever I think of dandies I think of Oscar Wilde. Plus she is kind of wild. And Mr Cheerio’s Girlfriend is a mouthful to type.) Suppose I better go make myself fit for public.
I’m unblocked!
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dotty,I know that when I take B12 supplements, it turns my pee that color. I used to take them before I went to work and then giggle in the bathroom when I had electric urine.
swampy the haid is fine, it usually is after drinking (I get the next-day stomachies). I didn’t actually drink too terribly much last night because I had to drive myself home through an unfamiliar city in a car that was borrowed (although it had been since about 5PM since I had eaten, and that was a third of a 10" pizza). And I made sure to drink plenty of water when I got home.
Dolores OMG burger! I’m a few miles away from the nearest burger place as far as I know but I waaaant one. There’s leftover pizza in the fridge but it’s not the saaaame.
::runs to go check Little Rock bus schedules::