Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
[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.
I fear that the type of employers who give money for professional clothing are rarely, if ever, satified with the results.
See, when my sister's employer thinks she needs a new suit for client meetings, he just buys her a suit. Much much simpler. (Of course, it'd be even more simpler to just, oh I don't know, pay her enough so she could afford to buy her own clothes, but that's not how he thinks.)
I was given a Christmas bonus. For professional clothes. Then they decided I'd shopped incorrectly at stores I had no permission to go to, so they asked for the $ back. So I wrote them a check and walked away.
Ok, what the hell? Unless you turned up the next day dressed like Christina Aguilera and said "What's wrong, didn't you tell me to dress like a pro?" I don't get the logic.
K-Bee, that is so fucked up. I agree that you don't necessarily want to go back, but otoh, this is a hard time of year to give up employment. But whatever you do, that fucking money should be yours.
My mom's family, for all their fucked-upness is still rallying around their brother. All ten surviving sibs are helping out taking care of my uncle in the last days of his battle with cancer.
Yeah, this kind of thing means so much to me.
Ok, what the hell? Unless you turned up the next day dressed like Christina Aguilera and said "What's wrong, didn't you tell me to dress like a pro?"
When my sister was - I don't eight or ten - she and a friend were playing by getting all dressed up in my mom's suits and putting on make-up and carrying briefcases and stuff. Of course, being eightish, they had what you might call a heavy hand with the make-up.
So when they came clomping downstairs in her highest heels all made-up like crazy and announced that they were "working girls"?
I swear to god, I practically peed myself. And my mom and dad, trying so hard not to laugh, I think they practically broke something.
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Y'know, nothing fills me with evil glee and holiday spirit more than discovering that the paper I used to wrap some of Pete's gifts in sheds glitter at the slightest touch or jostle. Glitter everywhere. I'm so pleased.
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But not a double-posty tangent.
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Hugs Jilli!!
Hugs Jilli!!
Sure, if you don't mind being covered in micro-fine silver glitter. I'm all sparkly, and not even on purpose!
I don't mind at all.
Glitter! Will it get ALL OVER Pete, do you think?
Drat. Jilli, I was supposed to ask you something I think, but then the cold ate my brain.