I once worked with a guy who would say dreadfully nasty things and then claim it was all a joke, we were too sensitive, we didn't have senses of humor, etc etc.
I'm afraid I took him down in front of everybody one day when I snapped that I thought adding "it's a joke" didn't make him any less an asshole and that we were all really looking forward to the day he transferred out. He couldn't say nuthin and the rest of us were happy until he left to make the other store miserable with his managerial skills.
~ma for extraordinary verbal skills and the power of righteousness for the meeting with the manager.
That domain is still available....
(decides between using it for tattooed penises, drawings of penii, or pictures of roosters)
I do it for the recipes.
I've got a sub to the magazine, and I have the bible (New Best Recipe)...I guess what I'd be getting is the recipes from before I started getting the mag. Or cancelling the mag and saving trees.
I guess what I'd be getting is the recipes from before I started getting the mag
How long have you been getting the magazine? Kat and I both get it (or at least, used to -- I think she still does). But even for the recipes I have in the mags, I find it easier to locate them online.
God bless full text searching.
We've got it, and if I'm employed full time before it runs out, we'll be keeping it. It's useful as hell for finding things in a hurry.
Hec, don't have a stroke. I hope the conversation goes well.
I have newish shoes with little kitten heels
I do not wear kitten heels, b/c they seem so utterly likely to give out under me, largely b/c I drag the outside of my heels when I walk, which means the teeny kitten heels are inclined to collapse and turn my ankles out.
ION, I installed RAM in my G4 this afternoon. I know it's one of the simplest things ever, but I still feel like a geek goddess.
IOON, I went to Target just to get fishnets for my Halloween costume, and I left with fishnets and Batman Begins. It was $16 -- how could I *not* buy it? I'm such an easy mark.
Aaah, shit, my beloved. Thinking good thoughts for the Talk. Anything has got to be better than the knotted stomach and asleep-at-midnight-up-at-four nights you've had for the last forever.
I hate my husband's creepy dysfunctional misery-inducing job. Hate hate hate what it's doing to him. His supervisor had bloody well better have something more constructive to offer than a load of criticism and an animatronic cat, dammit.
I just had to fill out my yearly evaluation. Bah. Same damn thing as it always is.
I just had to fill out my yearly evaluation. Bah. Same damn thing as it always is.
On October 30, I will have worked here for 10 years.
My last evaluation? 8-9 years ago. They're kind of lax about some things.
I've been getting the magazine for a year (and there's a few single-issue purchases also), and as much as I like getting mail and something to look through, your points about finding recipes (full text searching) strike home.
Vibing Hecward.
What I hate about it, is my boss NEVER gives the top mark. On ANYTHING. She says that would be like saying that there isn't any room for improvement and there is always room for improvement. Of course it begs the question, then why on earth should I try to improve on things I have a 2 on?
