Doggio, Gordie is teh kyoot! I had a panicky twinge when I saw that second picture, 'cuz it looked like he was nomming on Thrak’s butt! How’s Thrak adapting to the new arrival? Also, I hate to break it to you but I think you have a Jack Russell mix there–the headshot is absolutely unequivocal, and the body carriage is quite striking. The set of the tail is consistent with a JRT cross too. Himself agrees… Did I mention that “JRT” stands for “Jr Terrorist?”* He’s young, too, isn’t he? Heh heh, are YOU in for some fun!
SQUEEEEEKYOOTKOALAINNABUKKITOMGPONIESSQUEEEE!!!
Go fuck her up, mmousie! HR people are frickin’ retarded and they rubberstamp everything they can in order to avoid working. They have no real say in hiring and firing and it makes them pissy and jealous of any petty power they can grab. Climb over her head, go for the damned job, it’s YOURS! Stick a shiv in her back on the way over, too! [/Alec Baldwin in “Glengarry Glen Ross”]
*Shamelessly stolen from another thread…
Well, that was a scare. I thought I’d be coming here to post of Bernie’s passing. **FCD **is with her at the vet right now. I didn’t think she’d be coming home. Turns out, she’s having some serious dizzy spells, and accompanying nausea - apparently that’s common in older dogs. (She’ll be 14 in 2 months.)
So he’ll be bringing her back with some meds. So I got myself all wound in a tizzy for nothing.
I wrote an email to my teacher saying I wasn’t coming to class tonight, but I think I will now. I hate to miss.
Oh, and I’ve lost my glasses. I have no idea where they got to. Right now, I’m wearing my old ones, but the prescription is not quite right. But at least it’s better than flying without.
Incidentally, those of you who emailed me about getting some ceramics - this weekend, I’ll lay out all the pieces I’m giving away and I’ll take pics so you can choose. It’s not too late if anyone else wants in. All I ask is that you pay for the postage.
Off to snarf down some supper and go to class. MWAH!!
Glad it was good news for Bernie, Moooooom. Give the poor aged pup a few extra scritches for me when she gets home.
So I’m home and pondering dinner. I’m thinking curried sweet potato and carrot soup, since we have a leftover sweet potato from the weekend that needs eating. I was planning on garnishing with dollops of yogurt, but I just took a peek in the container and saw something fuzzy growing in there… so much for that idea. I keep buying yogurt with the best of intentions and then forgetting it’s there.
As for dessert, I’ll slice up the pineapple I bought the other day (it smells like it’s ready for eating). Might even let it soak in a bit of rum before serving, because dinner is sounding entirely too healthy otherwise.
I’m guessin’ from now on when ever we say carrot we’ll have to say N.O.C..
MOOOOOOM give Bernie a butt skritch from Unca swampy. Poor thing. I’m glad she’s still with us.
Yay! It’s my weekend! It’s also cold, so that’s as excitated as I will get for now. Except, it’s supposed to be near 70 both Saturday and Sunday. Weird. We go from a low of like 19 to a high of near 70 in two days time.
Ok, off to do ummm… sump’n. I don’t know what yet, but sump’n.
Glad Bernie’s OK, MMMooooommm!. Give her an extra srkitch for me.
Smartie, for a 36lbs., year old Jack Russell mix, he’s less destructive than Maggie Wonderbeagle was at that age. Thrak has gone from “Kill it now!” to sullen acceptance. That toy cat has had a heck of a life. :eek:
Aww, that’s the cutest koala ever. And Gordie is quite the handsome pup, too.
I have an FCM original and would love a newer one, but am currently in clean-out mode, so I think I’ll wait till next time. Sculpture sounds cool. We’ll want to see pics soonest.
I got notifications from you and tarra, Muppet. That hat looks cool, by the way. Looks like something that would really suit you.
Great song, too, by the way.
This sounds like a good move on your manager’s part, mousie. The hiring manager and the guy who used to do your job can probably show the HR person how it is that you qualify for the job. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
Work was long. Tomorrow promises to be longer. I’m getting a few things done, but not nearly as many as I’d like. Arghhh.
Gotta finish eating and then do some clean-up and then some knitting…
I got all my cooking done, which is good, but I’ve been having weird feverish pain (you know the prickly sensation you get when everything touching you hurts?) for the past three hours. Weird. Fingers crossed that I’m not getting sick.
Mixed berries cake, anyone? It’s probably not contaminated.
Give him time, Doggio, give him time… I have to say that I favor the JRTs over beagles because they may be crazy but they’re smart. Beagles I’ve noticed, not so smart… A JRT you can keep happy with agility training or learning tricks along with much tennis ball but gods help you if you let them get bored! He looks like a load of fun, though, good choice!
Give Bernie a scritch from me, FCM, glad she’s okay…
One should never be without a ficus. They are a most agreeable shrubbery, and in a pinch make effective camouflage if ever one needs to covertly infiltrate a social gathering. I’ve named mine Bernie.
Various types of work, redoing my entire computer due to an upgrade that an XP repair install wouldn’t restore, blogging, working, and then a little work.
I think this is the part where I put the back of my forearm against my forehead in a fatalistic pose and complain about how hard it is being me.
Actually, it’s more on the order of a low level burnout, mostly caused by a lack of sleep because I’m up doing things when I should be in bed. A bit like now.
You wound me, sir, to assert that I would be inappropriate with my shrub. I assure you, we’re just friends.
Yeah, bed sounds like just the thing right now. Thank Og’s pendulous neck wattle it’s Firday tomorrow.
Good news: my best friend’s stepmom is highish in HR in a left-leaning polling company, and they have internships available.
Bad news: these internships require people with, among other things, extensive office experience, of which I have precisely none.
Good news: this may force me to get off my ass and contact the local party about working on the gubernatorial race this summer, with an eye towards either a future career in the party (not as an elected official, of course, :shudder: ), or the aforementioned office experience required for the polling job.
Bad news: no, I think that’s it.
I have another scallop recipe to inflict on you guys. Are you ready? No? Well here it is anyway.
**Linguine with Scallops in Spicy Garlic Sauce **
1 tbsp. olive oil
1 clove garlic, minced
1 tbsp. red wine vinegar
1/4 tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. ground black pepper
1/8 tsp. red pepper flakes
1/4 tsp. basil
1/4 tsp. oregano
1/8 tsp. Old Bay seasoning
1/2 lb. scallops
1/2 lb. linguine, cooked and drained
Sautee garlic in olive oil for one minute. Add vinegar and spices and heat to simmering. Add scallops, then cover and cook until done, about 2-3 minutes per side. Serve over linguine.
What do y’all think about gift certificates? I’m trying to decide what to do for Valentine’s (we’re doing it Korean style, which means Valentine’s Day is for the guys, and the girls get White Day in March) and I know he’s been wanting art to put up on his walls, but I’m afraid to pick something out myself in case he doesn’t like it. I was thinking about getting a certificate from art.com so he can get something to his taste, but maybe gift certificates are too impersonal for Valentine’s Day gifts?
“Shrubbery”? What shrubbery? I used to think ficuses topped out at 1m tall and then I went to Costa Rica… the bloody things are HUGE! Sorry, I don’t have my pics here, but think trees so large it would take half a dozen people to encircle them, only the roots poking out of the ground make it difficult.
The latest from Supermegaboss. For the uninitiated, when you have the kind of monster program we work on, you actually have a minimum of three different copies of it. There’s the “production” copy, which is the one normal people work on; there’s a “development” copy, which is the one programmers work and test stuff on; and there is a “integration” copy which is the one us consultats work and test stuff on.
When a new piece of program is needed, a programmer programs and tests it and, once he thinks it’s working right, gets a “transport guy” to copy that piece over to the integration system. A consultant tests it and, if he thinks it’s working right, gets the “transport guy” to copy it over to the production system.
That’s in civilized places. This place is not civilized. I’m in the ficus-on-steroids version of a civilized project.
A programmer was making a little thing for me, the kind of thing that in a normal place would take him about one day (one hour to read my document then call me to make sure he’s understood the businesspeak, two hours to write his own document, one hour to code and test, one hour to document the testing, one hour to process it with the transporter - the rest is time spent getting coffee and going to the bathroom).
Someone whose name I can’t quite remember got it transported it without asking “hey, why is this not transported?” :smack:
and it turns out that the table he was working on had been modified directly on the intermediate copy re:smack:
and then she yelled at Heboss saying “your people are breaking my stuff with their transports!” :mad:
and now we’ve been set back one week and “need to see how will we ensure that we don’t interfere with the other half of the team.”
I pointed out to Heboss and Sheboss that I’d like to know how will we ensure that the other half of the team doesn’t interfere with us; the response was “yeah, I know sigh”
Excuse me while I go look at my piggybank. It’s for motivation…
Nava if we ever hear of news from Scotland about a Spanish programmer goin’ postal and climbin’ a tower with an uzi at her side, we’ll just know it’s you.
Mornin’ Y’all! Yeah, it’s not quite 6:30 in the am where I live and I don’t have to work today but I’m up anyways. Go figure. I do have to go do stuff at the Whiskypalian convention at 9:00 am but still, coulda slept til seven. However, my bladder thought different, so here I sit postin’ and caffienatin’.
Howdy Mindude, is that a ficus in yer pants or are you just happy to see me?
got it transported it without asking “hey, why is this not transported?” :smack: