Vaguely, I just hate it when labor laws and EEO laws are presented in a frightening or threatening manner to employees. It seems almost a purposeful way of making employees resent the laws that protect them to overtime without pay, or being forced through lunch. Sexual harassment laws protect people from really shitty work situations, they're GOOD laws.
It seems purposeful to me when an organization explains these laws to employees in a way that makes them frightened to speak to each other.
My inner Norma Rae is angry.
It occurs to me that Oprah would make an EXCELLENT teacher. Apparently before the Best Actor award, she handed Jamie Foxx a kleenex. He thought it was because she thought he would cry. But no. She told him to spit out his gum.
How much do I love that? Go Oprah.
ita, if you go home, will you make me some cupcakes?
Oh my god, that's the best story ever. OK, the best Oprah story. Hilarious. And she was so right.
The whole point of the D de P story is that she didn't look 70 even when she was 70.
I'm not saying that she has to look twenty years older. But a few years older would be nice. I keep picturing Annette Bening, for some reason.
She told him to spit out his gum.
Ah ha ha! That is beautiful.
Apparently, it went something like this "Give me your gum. Your gum. Spit out your gum!"
And thank god he did it.
Timelies all!
Bleah. More snow. Is it spring yet?
When I saw Charlize, I thought she'd stolen SMG's wedding gown.
I thought that the little doll that covers my extra roll of toilet paper had come to life.
Apparently before the Best Actor award, she handed Jamie Foxx a kleenex. He thought it was because she thought he would cry. But no. She told him to spit out his gum.
I have never in my life loved Oprah more at this moment. I think that my NUMBER ONE PET PEEVE about awards shows is seeing people posing for photos, walking down the red carpet, being interviewed, chomping on gum like a cow chewing it's cud.
THANK YOU OPRAH, I LOVE YOU, GIRL!!!
I keep picturing Annette Bening, for some reason.
Helen Mirren!
it went something like this "Give me your gum. Your gum. Spit out your gum!"
And if Jamie had refused, she'd have whupped his ass just like his grandma, no doubt.
if you go home, will you make me some cupcakes?
Unfortunately, not home. Also, it wouldn't be
right
to make cupcakes without Dutched cocoa, and it wouldn't be right to buy new cocoa before I move.
Which is a position in which I can hold firm because I haven't actually seen it yet. When exposed to the Dutch, I fear I will cave.
I just discovered a co-worker is supremely anal retentive with leanings toward OCD. It's quite hysterical.
