If you stand close enough, you can hear the granola starting to encase my whole body...

We had a big parental disagreement about the diaper sitch. My DH, normally on the eco-friendly side, advocated disposables due to stench issues. He won, by pointing out that our washer takes 3 hours per load.

I still feel eco-guilt every.single.diaper.

Epic, I want to put a comma after "families." I don't know if that's correct or not, but someone here will. Otherwise, irate yet reasonable.

I still feel eco-guilt every.single.diaper.

If it helps, there are those that argue that once you include the detergents/water/energy into the equation, it's basically a wash. So to speak.

>in the zone of short

Welcome, Lily!

Anyway, the Big Boss here has a new Bigger Boss title, and someone has wondered in an email if "we" are going to do anything for her. While she's been a relatively good Big Boss, I don't actually think it's necessary for us to do anything besides say "Congrats! Happy for you!" because recognition in the form of monetary output should come from the top down not the bottom up. Am I being petty on this point?

I should say, that recognition coming from the top down is very unlikely in this case, so anything she's likely to get is going to come from us bottom dwellers.

"Congrats! Happy for you!" because recognition in the form of monetary output should come from the top down not the bottom up. Am I being petty on this point?

No.

Thanks, Nora. Most days I am not bothered by the way everyone around here pretends we are friends and all equal -- it gives me a lot of freedom to do the things I like to do -- but in this case, I'm thinking, "She can smile all she likes and tell me she likes my new shoes but she's not my friend and she makes a shitload more money than I do."

The suck-ups that I work with may think differently.

She has a new title and not more money? That's annoying. Still, a card should suffice, at most. And if she is getting a raise, she's the one that should be spending it on the celebration.

I've heard people counter the disposable diapers are evil with the impact of continually cleaning cloth diapers. But I don't know how it would look on a graph. Same with fuel consumption from air conditioning vs. increased drag of driving with the windows open.

I'm thinking, "She can smile all she likes and tell me she likes my new shoes but she's not my friend and she makes a shitload more money than I do."

Y'know, I think this should be the case with most workplace "friends." You can become someone else's boss, they can become yours, you may find they're doing something unethical or whatever. I don't like blurry lines.

I think Mr. H has figured out exactly what's been on my mind lately. Clue #1 My whole thing about maybe wanting to do something else entirely. Clue #2 Big ass page ripped from W with info about Academy of Art tacked to the office wall Clue #3 I aksed if I could have some Carmen Marc Valvo and Dolce and Gabana look books from a promo pack the Neiman's people left at the bar- along with a nice leather Carmen Marc Valvo jewelry case.

He was just in here reading a post and was all, "Hey, why did you want those books, I mean besides the pretty clothes?"

Epic, I want to put a comma after "families." I don't know if that's correct or not, but someone here will. Otherwise, irate yet reasonable.

Go comma. Choose comma. As they say.

We discussed it early on, and decided that we were going to do disposables for at least the newborn period when they're going through 70-100 diapers a week, and then switch to cloth when she was more settled, because cloth-clad babies are easier to potty train than disposable-clad ones.

She then got stuck on a size that we can't get bulk (2, instead of the 1-2), which has caused a 3-5 cent per diaper cost increase from initial projections. So, I figure, we get her into cloth and stop buying for more than the occasional outing, and save some money.

She has a new title and not more money?

She got some more money, too. Not nearly as much as she should have, but that's her own damn fault, a result of some really bad decisions she made.

Heather, you're hubby sounds like he's being wonderful through all of this. Have you asked him why he thinks you'd be happy doing one thing over another? I know my hubby is all about listening when I'm struggling with the decisions, but every once in a while it really helps to hear, "Because you're so good at X!" Then I can say, "Yes, I am -- I knew that!" and move forward.