There will be pictures as soon as Emily gets home. I suck at taking pictures of myself.

Oh, and did I mention it positively bounces? It bounces! It's so much fun!

Do you mean the one who's almost never in because she's out at the Palo Alto office or off lunching and dining and jetskiing with the fall associates while you're supposed to psychically intuit every detail of all the scheduling snafus she failed to mention to you before she left? That one?

That's the one. In fact, she's late for our meeting because she's having a long lunch right now.

That one?

I HATE that one. {{{Hec}}}

The last few days have been bleah. I've gotten stuff accomplished but I'm having trouble basking in that accomplishment (including FINALLY getting the computer/entertainment room Owen friendly, cleaning, catching up on laundry and doing the quarterly plush-toy wash since O's had TWO colds in two months).

I even paid off the truck--but that left us with no money, so that may be what's making me sad. But hey--no more monthly payment, so yay?

JZ, yes, I'm still on Bay Area Buffistas. I'll have to go check out your postings. Could be fun getting to use words like bradycardia at work again.

I will now amuse myself: If Hec could really read Lunch!Boss's mind, would that mean they would then have some interesting conversations about what it would take to avoid all kinds of nefarious, tasty blackmail?

{{{Hec}}} Meeting~ma.

If Hec could really read Lunch!Boss's mind, would that mean they would then have some interesting conversations about what it would take to avoid all kinds of nefarious, tasty blackmail?

I don't know. But I did find out from my departed boss that at her previous job (that is, previous to working with me at this firm) she casually mentioned some Damning Fact to her superiors when she left and they quickly rustled up a Don't Talk About That Again document and paid her a LOT of money to sign it.

Oh, and did I mention it positively bounces? It bounces! It's so much fun!

Damn, I'm jealous. My haircut most definitely does not bounce. In fact, it's obstinately planning where the next cowlick will be, while managing to be both flat and unruly. I am not pleased with it, and I don't like looking like Alfalfa.

KB, if you know words like bradycardia, you're a jump ahead of the competition already.

Of course, the pathetic thing is that the HR bureaucrazy at UCSF is such that I've never even been able to successfully recommend any of my friends for so much as a 2-day temp assignment. However, my division has a new supervisor who seems more eager and alert than the last three put together, so I'm almost mildly hopeful (hell, last week she put through my first written evaluation and recommendation for a pay increase in four years).

LongLunch!Boss really does stick in my craw. If Hec ever turns out to have any long-term health consequences from this job, he'll have to physically restrain me from clubbing her to death with a Swingline.

Also I can spell arrhythmia without resorting to spellcheck. Wordnerd feels proud.

My mind-reading scenario is much nastier than signing confidentiality agreements (although the getting paid part sounds great). I like to imagine, say, what would it be worth for me not to tell Person A about Person B, spill the beans about the skeletons in the closet, the weekend in Vegas... there's probably so much to work with. After that, Annoying!Boss! would not be thinking that a mind-reading employee would be a benefit, no.