Beej, I am glad they are safe.
I'm no good on asking for more cash. I like the cowtowing though. I don't get enough of that either.
vw, you gots mail.
Ack, Empress! Go home and rest immediately.
[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.
Beej, I am glad they are safe.
I'm no good on asking for more cash. I like the cowtowing though. I don't get enough of that either.
vw, you gots mail.
Ack, Empress! Go home and rest immediately.
I've been sick all week. Today is my second day home sick from work. I finally showered and decided to do a beauty day. I used some Kiss My Face samples (facial cleanser, age-defying moisturizer, and eye treatment) and did a deep conditioning treatement on my hair. I also lotioned my feet and put socks on them, and clipped and filed my nails. It has helped - I feel almost human. I have my bedding in the washing machine, too. I'll defeat this cold yet!
Got it, Cass! Thanks!
All you poor sickies! No more sickies! I declare it!
Thing is, I'm guessing some of the cowtowing is genuinely "wow, I didnt know anybody could do that and I'm grateful you are doing it for us" and part of it is guilt for knowing that they are paying about a third of what the gig is worth.
Sure, they didn't know what they were getting when they hired me, but that became pretty obvious around the second day.
Also? I'm mad at myself for not writing a proposal on the third day that said something like, "You can continue paying me X for Y but I can only to W for three times as much." Problem is...I can't seem to see a problem and not jump in to fix it. It's a disease. Really.
I'll defeat this cold yet!Gloomcookie, the Virus Slayer
"You can continue paying me X for Y but I can only to W for three times as much."Well, sure, in retrospect, that is exactly what you say. I can't do it either though. My best bet is to grab for the cash in the beginning. Can you bring up that you would like a six-month review and ask for the dosh then?
Speaking of outragous, I just saw a preview billing on a Flash presentation that JackAssDave sent - $28K. And it's not done! The client is never going to pay it. Unless it is with the kittens they will inevitably have when they see the bill. It's maybe 20 minutes... I think the original estimate was $2500.
Fortunately, when the boss said he wanted me for three to six weeks, I said, okay...three weeks. So, at the end of next week, I'll be done.
When he says he still needs me...and maybe he won't...I'll take that opportunity to retrospect myself into a new deal or, at the least, a good recommendation for a new gig.
Jeez o peas. How does a development project end up being more than 10 times as much?! Now THAT I would feel guilty about.
The goofballs shall inherit the earth.
Yet female pornography has for decades been an accepted pastime, sliding under the radar of the religious right and instead being promoted as an acceptable distraction from the worries of life. But what exactly is female porn? Is there a definition for this newly discovered blight on society? For the answer to this question, we need look no further than the honorable Mr. Webster and his infamous dictionary of words. How we overlooked this definition for years upon years we do not know. But we are here today to uncover the truth. To shed light in the dark. And so without further ado here it is:
pornography – 3: the depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction
Catch that? Emotional. We contend that the job of the chick flick, romance novel, and love song is to arouse a quick, intense emotional reaction. Can you feel it? We ask you, ladies, what else arouses a stronger emotion in you than that heart-fluttering chick flick? What else gets you to dream of the perfect man and pray to God that you will get one just like him?
And you don't want to put up with this goob any longer? Shocked! Shocked, I am!
edited to mention that this is in response to cass, not porn.
What really cracks me up is that apparently the Pottery Barn catalog is just as sinful as romance novels. I mean, Dylan and I do call the Williams-Sonoma catalog kitchen porn, but really.