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?
I never had a work review until I was 33. I liked things better lax.
Hang in there, most esteemed Hecubus.
Hunh. I've just realized that I missed the anniversary of being laid off from the good job with a pension. I still hate having to drive past that building every day, so I avert my eyes. At least this second replacement job is not as soul-crushing as the original rebound job, which I disliked for a number of reasons: poor pay, managers half my age who reprimanded me for things like rubbing my eyes (on an extra hot day, mind), no computer access. This one is only PT and no benefits, but at least they leave me alone a lot.
KB, are you still on the Bay Area Buffistas mailing list? 'Cause this morning I sent out a notice about a couple of jobs (FT, bennies) opening up in my division. You may take one look at them, shudder, and back away, but who knows?
