Dammit! I was looking forward to my 11am being offsite.
It's been a while since I was irritated at having the conference call option.
'Shells'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Dammit! I was looking forward to my 11am being offsite.
It's been a while since I was irritated at having the conference call option.
This is brilliant: Asshole Notification Cards.
I am still not making my last four calls. Instead I am watching Adam's Rib. Possibly I should do some research online so as not to waste time entirely.
I think I've told the story here before of my colleague in graduate school who went into his annual review with a wild west style holster and two pistols (very obviously fake, and nobody who knew the man would have thought for a minute it was a serious thing).
If I get asked in my annual review (we're doing them in March, this year, marking the 3rd different annual review process in my 3.5 years of employment) where I want to be in 5 years the answer will certainly be "not working here." In fact, if I'm working here in 1 year I'll be sorry. In 5 years I'd also like to be: neither pregnant nor breastfeeding and with children who sleep through the night; a homeowner; not living in the south, or anyplace else it doesn't snow; possessed of a desire for an actual career.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
I'll be 40! Good lord. I am about to have a When Harry Met Sally moment and not the good one.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
I'll be 40!
EAT IT, both of you.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
Ha. This is the moment where we old people¹ chime in and say things like ... 5 years??? 9 months!
I don't know where I want to be in five years, period. It scares me, and has always been my weakness. By "it" I mean the future.
¹ This is the window for people older than me to tell me I've picked the wrong lawn.
ita, get offa my lawn.
I'll be 40!
Hmph.
Standing with Hec in the "saying goodbye to the 40s" corner.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
What-EV. I'll be 38 in a hair under 4 months.
My evaluations are fairly painless (though pointless, as nobody in admin or clerical on the university side has gotten a raise in 3-4 years). The only stressy thing is that my boss keeps wanting me to take accounting classes. I would rather push rusty nails through my lower lip.