Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hate them all and want to stab them in the head with a barbecue fork!
Head? Wouldn't it be better to aim for something softer and more likely to cause lasting Pavlovian pain?
My confession: I have been bored silly at work for three months now. I'd love to get a new job, but my options would be to either a) take a pay cut to be a web lackey elsewhere in the university, b) take a pay cut to run a program elsewhere in the university, or c) leave the U for more money -- and say goodbye to thoughts of getting a master's, at least for free.
If you can't tell, I'm overpaid for what I do, but underpaid compared to what a private sector person could make.
Sigh.
If you can't tell, I'm overpaid for what I do, but underpaid compared to what a private sector person could make.
When was the last time you checked the private sector?
FTE w/benefits, that is. Not the recockulous amounts I'm occasionally paid to be a trained monkey with no actual standing or future. All reports indicate that private sector around here fails to be all that and/or a bag of chips.
(Sure, it could have improved in the last 12 months, but given the track record for tech jobs in this city, I doubt it.)
(Sure, it could have improved in the last 12 months, but given the track record for tech jobs in this city, I doubt it.)
It hasn't improved. At least, not from what I've heard from FTE friends.
I'm at a classroom in the computer lab at school. Our class has the room reserved for class, but there are a lot of people here not in my class. Technically, class doesn't start for 10 minutes. I hope my teacher kicks these Outsiders to the curb because they are annoying.
There's no room for a chair in my room. I'll figure it out, though.
There is, however, a chair in my room! No, really. No, it is that heap of clothes.
Anyway, studying was accomplished. Wish me pentagram-geometry luck.
We just saw two completely black squirrels in our yard. I've never seen anything like that before. I think they may harbingers of evil. Which, not surprising up here.
There were plenty of black squirrels in Philly, though I was still way boggled when I first saw one.
I hate them all and want to stab them in the head with a barbecue fork!
Remember Gandhi, Hec. I reckon he'd aim for the lughole. You should do that.
I hate them all and want to stab them in the head with a barbecue fork!
I'd like it to be a rusty, dirty barbecue fork, please. Maximize the pain.
Good pentagram-geometry luck, Emily!!
{{Polgara and sister}} All my sympathy to you.
It's very good to hear all the cardiac dads are more or less okay at the moment. Still, heart~ma to keep them strong and around longer for their daughters.
Hec, I'll chip in a second barbecue fork. Then you can get really kung fu on them.
Hec, I'll chip in a second barbecue fork. Then you can get really kung fu on them.
Rent Kiss of the Dragon! It features the Amazing Histrionically Shoving French Detective!
Speaking of career angst, for the first time in over a week, there's a UW job in the range I'm applying for.
Problem is, the job description looks so boring I'm convinced I'd poke my own eyes out with a barbecue fork within a week.
Dammit. Want a job. If I could just get that out of the way, dw would have much more flexibility.
