Congratulations Sophia!!!

I love diving and I think Greece might yield some interesting things to see on the bottom. Like being Lara Croft and searching for ancient artifacts, but with the leaving them there and fewer guns hopefully.

Cooking question: I have some lovely farm-fresh eggs and the possibly incredibly bad idea of making a cheese souffle. Alton Brown has my back on a recipe and it seems like it might even work. However, he wants me to use cream of tarter (in the whites to help them foam and keep their peaks). Are there any substitutes or am I heading to the grocery store? If I buy cream of tarter, what am I ever going to use it for again?

Pancakes won't keep me from wanting to bludgeon the woman who just sent me an insane and bitchy email.

Her: [cc-ing everyone] "You sent me the wrong thing. I need this, this, and also this, and it has to look like this. And I need it ASAP."
Me: "Dude. It would have helped if you'd MENTIONED that, like, EVER. But you did not, and now I am left feeling all 'what the hell?' and 'how did I get into this left field?'"

YAY SOPHIA!!! WOOHOO! If assboss won't approve vacation that just means they will have to pay you for it.

shrift works with JackAssDave (What? I'm going to hide his identity? He's a jackhole and he can suffer the wrathful thoughts of Buffistas.) at my office too? In drag, obviously.

Use the pancakes as a silencer.

shrift, carefully do a reply-to-all with ALL YOUR CORRESPONDENCE WITH HER attached.

And sit at your desk muttering "bitch" under your breath.

It's what works for me.

I wish that worked for me. I can internally use the phrase "magical thinking" to explain why clients don't remember things I told them months ago, but I am categorically disallowed from saying that directly to the client. It's very annoying.

Oh, I often will include past emails. Especially when people get all shirty with me over something that is categorically not my fault, and start cc'ing higher ups. It's less in-your-face when you consider that so many of the mailtools around here automatically include the original text in replies. They don't know that mine doesn't, though...

Look, if they want to make me look like an ass in front of my superiors, they'd better be damned sure they aren't being one.

I've actually been apologized to. About fell over.

And the funnest part? Doing it polite as fuck. Sacchrine, even. Except the only sarcasm is in my head, not on the page.

I think I've got some excess bile I need to put to good use....

Rock on, Sophia. That sounds great.

[cc-ing everyone]

Oh, I hate retaliatory cc-ers. There's covering your ass, and there's being an ass. Incompetent man in Portland does this to me. I send him a simple e-mail. He replies to me, my boss, the people I'm doing the work for, and occasionally his boss (who cares NOTHING about me) and says things like, "Hey, have you considered doing this thing that has absolutely no bearing on what you're actually doing?"

DIE DIE DIE.

Woohoo, Sophia!

So jealous of Raquel's husband...