Huh. Manager waited until just now to indicate that he wants us to work this weekend on a thing we worked on last weekend, which was basically to cover his ass.

You work for Lumberg, don't you?

Perused the Ellis Island website, and despite the fact I knew the year of arrival and the name he presumably was listed under, I couldn't find my grandfather's record. The only thing I can think is that they spelled his last name even more different than what he used himself. I wasn't worried about first name, because we knew it had been changed to something very simple and very American. Still, bummer. I would have liked to have found the actual manifest record.

I don't know about the manifests at Ellis Island, but when my dad was trying to find his records (because he lost his naturalization papers. DO NOT LOSE YOUR NATURALIZATION PAPERS, any who have them. You think everything is recorded somewhere in triplicate in a government office, but it isn't, it's scattered to the four winds), he eventually tracked down his ship's manifest and was able to find everyone in his family except himself, because the manifest had been bound and his name ended up in the binding.

his name ended up in the binding

That's got to be one of the wierdest cases of identity theft, ever.

Murphy was clearly running things.

That's kinda exciting, shrift. In a very "from over here" sort of a way.

Exciting? But you punch people in the head for fun.

Well, still outraged about the working on the weekend and happy that it is Not Happening.

Well, at my place of work, weekend work happens all the time. Only I'm so tired right now that I was planning on sleeping all weekend, and waiting until 4:30pm on Friday to say something about it? Cowardly.

Would it be worth your time to Tell That To Your Manager's Manager?

Not so much. It's Friday at 5pm. There was nobody to tell Friday at 8am. And besides, he'd just blink and ask us why we didn't want to work the weekend.

Ha! From Salon:

You can't make this stuff up.

This afternoon on Fox News, Neil Cavuto spent a good chunk of time interviewing Focus on the Family's James Dobson. They talked about Dobson's efforts to fight abortion, they talked about the great SpongeBob controversy -- when you hear the words "tolerance and diversity," Dobson said, you've got to ask "what's behind it?" -- and then they talked about the awful influence that TV is having on our kids. Dobson said that popular culture is "at war" with moms and dads all over the country. Cavuto clucked clucked right along with him, saying he was worried about what his kids see on TV and didn't know what he could do about [it].

Minutes later, Cavuto was on to another story: A fawning live interview with two large-breasted women, dressed only in their underwear, who will be appearing in Sunday's pay-per-view "Lingerie Bowl."

shrift, if you need someone to do some killing, I'm in the mood.

Same age old story has gotten me frothing pissy. My company's website for employee services. Like my paystub.

Which I can now NOT access from anything but a PC running Windows and using IE. This is their "improvement." And now, even better, is the way they have embedded the paystub, you have to cut & paste it into another document in order to print it out.

I hate incompetence. I hate incompetence that makes me have to do more work. Especially when this problem? Is widespread.

Kill stupid people. Kill.

I have Homicide, West Wing, and Wonderfalls DVDs sitting at home. When I finally get out of here tonight, what should I watch?

Wonderfalls, shrift. Crime Dog awaits you. Muffin Buffalo will make you weep with laughter. The one with the thing with the questions ... fucking A.

Okay, I'm really just posting to avoid composing this work breakdown structure.

Off to Visio.