ChiKat, he is a broker in commercial real estate. It's a very small office with just two salesmen. Bitch Wife works from home and vents her spleen via phone and e-mail.
{{{Aimee's friend}}}
My love for me now / Ain't hard to explain / The Hero of Canton / The man they call...ME.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Katerina Bee - Dec 21, 2005 9:06:44 am PST #947 of 10001
Herding cats for fun
Typo Boy - Dec 21, 2005 9:13:06 am PST #948 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
In terms of artificial sweeteners. I prefer Splenda for flavor. But I've been told that Saccharine is actually the least harmful. Apparently the whole bladder cancer thing turned out to be wrong... Or at least so I've been told.
sj - Dec 21, 2005 9:15:43 am PST #949 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I called Teacup Guy last night and told him I wasn't feeling good. His reply was, "Why don't I bring a bottle of champagne for no reason? Oh, wait, it can be for solstice." Love him.
{{{Aimee's friend}}}
Cashmere, how are you feeling?
sj - Dec 21, 2005 9:15:53 am PST #950 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I called Teacup Guy last night and told him I wasn't feeling good. His reply was, "Why don't I bring a bottle of champagne for no reason? Oh, wait, it can be for solstice." Love him.
{{{Aimee's friend}}}
Cashmere, how are you feeling?
Cashmere - Dec 21, 2005 9:17:42 am PST #951 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Cashmere, how are you feeling?
I'm doing well. I've got a babysitter coming in to help me part of the day and DH is taking on an amazing amount of work when he gets home (he's been doing all the laundry--including informing me that he knows where EVERY laundry basket is sitting and if he finds any of them moved when he gets home, I'm in trouble).
I'm thinking it's my nap time since O just went down for his and I think is finally asleep.
sj - Dec 21, 2005 9:23:30 am PST #952 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
including informing me that he knows where EVERY laundry basket is sitting and if he finds any of them moved when he gets home, I'm in trouble
That's a good hubby. Nap well.
ChiKat - Dec 21, 2005 9:25:02 am PST #953 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
{{Aimee's Friend}}
commercial real estate
I worked in industrial real estate once and got fussed at for wearing pants. Yes, PANTS.
Beverly - Dec 21, 2005 9:25:04 am PST #954 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I love Christopher.
I also love the idea of having a buffalo delivered to the office. Or, or--maybe you could order things from Fredericks for every staff member and have them delivered! Yes, even the guys. Guys like filmy negligees, too. Oh, what else can we think of to pop the cork on bitchbosswife's apoplexy?
Yergh. Must get ass out of chair and get more stuff done. Don't wanna. Wanna nap.
WindSparrow - Dec 21, 2005 9:29:03 am PST #955 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
KB, you have my sympathies. I hope you quickly find the interesting, well-paid job where they value you and treat you well that you deserve.
My boss is crazy-making. She asks me questions she can't reasonably expect me to know the answers to. Another staff member wrote in the communication log that after a certain date she could be reached at a certain phone number. Bosslady reads this and says, "Is this a new number?" Thinking it a rhetorical question, I said nothing. Then she said, "Andrea, is this a new number?" I opted to respond with, "I'm sorry, this is not something I have an answer for." Which was a good deal more polite than the first five or six things I thought. It is not as though the person in question is a great friend of mine who continually confides in me. When things get left undone on another shift, she will ask ME why. Another of her favorite things to do, is to go into excruciating detail on the simplest of tasks which I have successfully completed any number of times, with a view to teaching the new person who is standing next to me how it should be done. Which would be fine, except she refuses to break eye contact with me or acknowlege the little prompts I give, "Oh, you mean place the completed form in spot where I placed the last twenty completed forms?" to show that I do, in fact, have a slight clue as to what I am doing. It has yet to occur to her that the person she is trying to teach is really not processing the information of what she is saying in the same way as she would if she came out and said, "Hey, Andrea, when you are done with that form, why don't you go over it with Mary, then show her where to put it." She likes to play that off as simple reminders. But her actual simple reminders take the form of "Put that you know in the thing." Which tend to be very confusing because she can't keep her pronouns near their antecedents to save her soul.
Gris - Dec 21, 2005 9:36:18 am PST #956 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Oh my God. A friend of mine who I haven't spoken too more than in passing since I left high school just dug up our homecoming picture from junior year, and posted it on The Facebook (which is basically a friendster-type-thing for college students and alums with college email addresses only, for those no longer in that world).
SO wrong. I'm chubby and pimply and my shirt is tucked in all wrong. I look happy, though, which is cool.