I think that there should be a nobonusforhecsboss.org and Cash -- I'm so glad that your cousin and the new little one are okay.
Oz ,'Storyteller'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
(Our transit worker's union is threatening to strike. If they do....ugh. It will Not Be Pretty.)
I was caught in a slow-down getting home yesterday. Ugh. I am dreading this more than a little.
Hec, your boss is an idiot.
t /my turn to be stating the obvious girl
Hec, I hate her hate her hate her. Please, somewhere in the shitloads of overtime that you'll no doubt be plowing through tonight, please touch up your resumé. That's all the Christmas present I ask.
Please, somewhere in the shitloads of overtime that you'll no doubt be plowing through tonight, please touch up your resumé. That's all the Christmas present I ask.
Oh JZ, for a minute, I thought I was checking my e-mail to Scott.
Hec, may you get some relief at work.
Hey - i thought that was my email to Matt....
Cindy, I think you and beth and I need to work out some kind of three-way Strangers On A Train offing-each-other's-spouses-EEEEVIL-bosses deal. As long as we remember to come back here and delete all the relevant posts afterwards, it'll be perfect.
eta: BAHAHAHA! Best x-post ever!
Is it only me that sends my DH job postings?
Dear Various and Sundry Bosshats,
What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody bosses? Why do you bitches torture our bitches...er...husbands. They're ours. They came to us. Or something. Anyhow, and to sum? Lay off. What goes around comes around. Like butter scraped over too much bread. There's not enough time; there's not enough time. It's a long road that knows no turning. It's a long way to Tipperary. Don't let the sun go down on me. Walk through the fire and let it burn. It's Istanbul not Constantinople, and little lambs eat ivy.
We mean it.
JZ, beth, and Cindy.
Hec, I hate her hate her hate her. Please, somewhere in the shitloads of overtime that you'll no doubt be plowing through tonight, please touch up your resumé. That's all the Christmas present I ask.
I'm not doing a ton of overtime tonight. While work is busy, I have traversed the last major hump of the year. There's still plenty to do, but I've hacked my way through the biggest thicket.
Also, I emailed her back with an "this is what I'm doing - as you can see I have a lot of time sensitive work right now" and then went into her office to see if she wanted anymore follow up. She was fine, and set a date in late January to do the maintenance catch up, which was reasonable.
I'm totally anti-avoidant in those situations. I want to resolve them immediately.