Timelies.
Reading through the posts, I am so thankful I have a job where I can show up in either a full suit or jeans and no one will complain either way. Ok, I'd get comments on the suit since I tend to normally wear jeans, but beyond questions of where I'm interviewing, that would be it.
I like my job. Really I do. I have been here close to 15 years. I think this is why the battle over my promotion is driving me ape. I don't care about the title change, I don't really care if I'm hourly or salaried (though having a position that reflects what I do would be nice), I just want to be paid appropriately and have a job I can count on. Is that so freaking hard?
Ummmm, wow, didn't mean for that to happen. *Hugs bitches close to my heart*
I've decided I'm going on a sympathy strike. Jess Local 100 is walking off the job and staying home the rest of this week. FUCK the contingency commute. Yeah.
{{{{MG}}}}
Jessica, sounds like a plan.
I am armed with Starbucks coffee and about to attack the stupid paper again. Ugh.
vw - I stopped at Starbucks this morning myself. Not a normal thing. Does that mean anything?
Hec - So, I guess the Jesus look is over for Damon, eh? Or did he get a special clause in his contract?
Does that mean anything?
It means we're smart and pretty and everyone will envy us.
It means we're smart and pretty and everyone will envy us.
We already do, silly! I should've stopped at Starbucks. It's only 8am here and I already want a nap.
TEP! Today's Garfield made me think of you. Mainly the last panel. Here.
FUCK the contingency commute.
Go you, Jess! Stickin' it to the man! Or something.
Tee-heee, good one Nicole!
That was good.
It is way damn dark here.
happy solstic ( a few hours early if you weant to be picky)
Good morning, my darling Bitches. May everyone have a happy and WARM solstice.
