It's kind of good to see Rebecca Romijn these days. Not because I'm all schadenfreudey, but because a) she bruises, b) she's not uber-toned and c) her posture is ... well, she's normal. We all know what she's looked like before and what she'll look like again, but right now, she's just some size 6/8 chick with an amazing hip/waist ratio.

oh yeah - this won't be a big deal. My guess is they won't say anything unless it is to try to guilt me into more days.

You were asked to rewrite a resignation letter? Wow.

Guy was living in severe denial -- was still offering me my job back, a year later, after I'd moved out of the country. Of course, I was replaced by an hourly consultant and a new in-house employee, both working 40 hours a week to do my job. He basically just wishes he'd paid me what I had asked for.

He showed me the letter and said, "I accept."

Okay, ow. Some lessons you don't want to have to learn with such .. clarity.

I disagreed, throwing down my hat, and the little pin they'd given me as an award for selling so much per hour, and said I most certainly could, would, and did quit

Love it. The little tin dictator I yelled at on the air didn't like me because he wanted part time on-air people to take extra hours soliciting advertising clients (dude, I was a DJ. I suck at sales). He came by to chirp at me because I had a buddy in the library pulling records for me to play, so I gave him both barrels when he came around a second time to harp at me. (This is a guy who never acknowledged the on-air people.) The expresion on the face of the guy who was going on air after me (a guy from Montreal called Harry K) was just priceless, as he had the speaker on in the other studio and could see the conversation through the glass. Telling the station manager to get stuffed, live, hurt me so badly that my next job was in a bigger market for more money.

Some lessons you don't want to have to learn with such .. clarity.

No kidding.

Rebecca Romijn does have a sick waist/hip ratio. (Sick in a good way, I mean.)

Oh, I heard something amusing to me the other day -- the bad boss who fired me called one of his predecessors recently, looking for a consultant who does what I do. The predecessor he called? The woman who hired me, who I'm still friends with. What a jackass.

It's kind of good to see Rebecca Romijn these days.

She looks pretty good, but yeah, the uber-tone will come again. Jerry O'Connell is keeping himself in good shape, good for him.

I wonder if what's her name with the dry eyes responded to an ad like this.

OMG. Why do you need to have epilepsy for that? It's WEIRD. There are going to be medical tests, I bet you.

I've just sent out a wave of almost passive-aggressive e-mails covering my ass and nagging people. Why can't people just act right?

What IS her name? Jeanine Something?