Do the shoes work, Miss I'm-Too-Hard-On-Myself-And-Should-Focus-On-Rocking-The-House?

If we don't have an actual ceremony for Jackhole of the Year, I'm going to be saddened.

Dana check my LJ!!

I need to start my christmas shopping. Oops.

The shoes rock the house. I've worn them a bit each night to get used to them and I luurves them. Thank you again.

I had the most humiliating experience at Macy's last night, and I'm still stinging a bit.

I went to buy a new sucky-iny bra slip thing. I got the 38D - it's what I wear.

I got stuck in it. I couldn't get out of it. The non-slidy rubber pulled out my hair, it bunched up under my arms. And by the time I got out of it, and gathered myself up enough to actually leave the dressing room (I seriously considered moving in there in the hopes of never having to look the salesgirl in the face), I was about 2 seconds from sobbing.

So I bought a pair of kick ass earrings, instead.

The 3 Billion Dollar Typo

Oopsie.

Mizuho, the world's second largest bank based in Japan, with total assets of nearly the GDP of France (around 1.2 trillion USD) accidentally sold 610,000 shares, valued at $3.1 billion... for 1 yen each

...

FYI 1 yen is about .83 cents.

Weekend plans:

• climbing tonight, or possibly being anti-social and staying home to write;
• 8:30 am tomorrow, "team-building" in the office (the VP has admitted that he could have conducted this on a weekday but he chose not to, to save money: color me unsurprised);
• 5 pm tomorrow, company holiday party, which runs til 11;
• Sunday morning, clean house and fix the big hole the sewer guys put in my yard when they fixed all the pipes on my street;
• Sunday afternoon, watch six or so episodes of Buffy (season 5) and eat lots of gourmet cheese and other comestibles;
• Sunday evening, collapse.

Somewhere in there I have to finish a ficathon story and get someone to beta it for me...

Maybe if we can have a colder winter the tropical stuff won’t be so rough next year. That’s my theory anyway.

Sounds as good as any theory I've heard.

I got stuck in it. I couldn't get out of it. The non-slidy rubber pulled out my hair, it bunched up under my arms. And by the time I got out of it, and gathered myself up enough to actually leave the dressing room (I seriously considered moving in there in the hopes of never having to look the salesgirl in the face), I was about 2 seconds from sobbing.

Would it make you feel any better to let you know that I've had a similar experience? I hate having to lingerie shop with a back-up rescue squad.

Oh, damn, Aimée. That sounds traumatic. Goodonya for retaliating with earring-fu. It is mighty indeed.

You're reminding me I should be breaking in my new shoes for this Friday. I have a lot more of a learning curve to traverse.

One of the male instructors overheard me trying to make sure my dressed-upness was going to be middle of the pack, and misinterpreted it as me obsessing about fineries. Somehow my insistence on making everyone else change their wardrobes to match mine instead of me changing my outfit came across...well, not monomaniacal, which is weird, but vain. I miss the days where I reflexively gave the dress code the finger. And in memory of that, I shall.

Two hours until I can leave for the EEG checkin...tick...tock...tick...tock...

I just got an email request from a user:

Hi All,

Can u configure the below printer to unix box.

i am enclosing the printer properties doc.

WTF??? When did literacy cease to be a job requirement???