I'd never heard of "Reading Layout" so I hit F1, tried it, and ended up with an elevated heartrate. What's the point?

Dear Client,

You hired me to do X. You paid me, I did X, done. Now, when you call me for A, B, and C, do not sound shocked that I want more money and won't just "give" you information. My job is to SELL information. I like to pay rent and eat; therefore, I must SELL the information.

If you needed A, B, and C, you should have said so from the beginning and I would have sold you A, B, and C along with X.

Also, do not get pissy at me that we don't have A, B, and C just lying around. The reason you PAY me is to GO GET the information. If it were just lying around and didn't need researching, you could do it your damn self and you wouldn't need to pay me. As it is, you need my spicy brains and extensive Rolodex.

Now, go away.

Best regards,

ChiKat

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday ChiKat!

In an attempt to get myself out of the non-exercising inertia I've been in, I pulled out my "PM Yoga for Beginners" and did it when i got home from work. Ow. My thighs do not like me right now.

Oh crap, I have to do the stupid online ethics training this week. I can sum it up for you "Don't be a dumbass and steal shit."

My mood was slightly lifted by getting to crank up Joan Osborne in the car loud enough I can't hear myself and wail along with Saint Teresa. Right hand man might have been even better, but it worked.

Well, until the song ended and I was still dealing with all the idiots in cars.

What's the point?

To drive me up the wall, near as I can tell. Isn't it ghastly? Such a PITA.

Happy Birthday, ChiKat!!!

We must to get together sometime before Christmas (perhaps a shopping trip in downtown OP, hmm?).

I'm off to buy my Honda Civic--I just hope they give me a good deal/rate. Cool thing with this is that, even though I don't have an MP3 player (yet!--it's on my Xmas list), the Civic's radio has a place to plug in your MP3 player, so that when I do get one, I can load up all my CDs and not worry about bringing them on cross-country trips, like the one I'm making this weekend to New Jersey. Which is why I need a new car, of course.

I go away for one weekend and there's a thousand new posts in here? A thousand? I'll see you people in three weeks or so when I finally get through them.

Also, I thought I'd have a credit card by the time the cookbook rolled around, but alas I will not. Stupid banks. Stupid me for only sending the application last week. Arse.

Pfft. I go for a two hour meeting, and there were like five posts.

I'm disappointed.

I need a better word for excavations than "holes in the ground". And the word can't be "excavations". Like, wells and, and... holes in the ground, dammit!

Also, Not!Emily and today's lady friend have decided to have dinner in here, chatting and eating while I work on my paper. Now, this is the living room, and he has every right to it. But as he didn't mention it at all, I'M NOT MOVING.

Edited: They're having dinner in here. Not in me.