Dear God. I just agreed to a blind double date. What the hell was I thinking?

At least you'll have a buddy?

House: I never thought I'd see a show where the leading character, who I really like, getting hit in the balls made me cheer.

I said synopsis (OK, recap) NOT teasers!

You want to further develop your customer service skills. You want to advance using your organizational, systems development, problem solving skills, and be in a position to increase the understanding of multiple departments working together toward a common goal within the organization. You would like to develop your skills in delegation and management of others on specific projects.

I love msbelle.

And I, too, got the career question during my performance review. I'm like "Dude. I like this job (OK, not every bit of it, but there's always paperwork, man). I like the people I work with. I get paid a decent amount (though you're welcome to pay me more). My career plan is to win the lottery. Do we need to go into it more than that??"

But it seems that the 'right' answer is either "in your job" or "working somewhere else." There are only so many spots between where you're standing now and your boss's job.

NO kidding. And while I don't actually want my boss' job, exactly, that doesn't mean I don't want more...and it doesn't mean I want to be stuck in my current job forever while all my coworkers get promoted above me and stay in this job for the rest of my LIFE! HOWEVER, there are 3 spots for my manager's job. There are approximately six people ahead of me for those jobs, even assuming one should open up AND they hire from within. SOooo...it's not really a worry, is it now??

Whenever anybody asks me about my five year plan, I start giving grandiose speeches about how collectivisation will boost steel and grain production 11% year on year.

Hee. Tom rocks.

That coupled with a new hire here at work that was born in Sept of 1978? OUCH

Dude. That's not even that young. College students graduating in a few months were a lot of them born in 1985.

They did not put PSYCHIC in my job description, jackhole

I was yelling this at one point today. Argh.

Meanwhile, I am annoyed cause I was trying to do laundry and go to bed at a decent hour, but instead, people were hogging all the machines. Jackholes.

meara, I yell that along with you and shrift.

Ok. the cats REALLY like the blackout. They are going bonkers. Devi, especially. Such that I've had to put out candles.

How the fuck am I going to fall asleep without my fan noise? I'm kinda reliant on that or some other form of white noise (favorite was the wind in the pines that was a constant up on the ridgeline. Knock me out fast and natural and I've never gotten over that. Fans are a pale imitation.)

And as I bitched...we have POWAH!

I found the document I need for my taxes. WHEE! Now I am researching my addresses back through 1973. good times.

msbelle, my hometown. And other places in TX. DONE!

Why the hell back to before I was born? I had to look up my collegiate adresses lately. Weird. I've only technically lived at 6 different addresses if you count the abroad ones, which most don't. Seems odd to me.

Six?? That's bananas. I've lived at 12 different addresses, I think. And that includes one I lived in for 13 years.

Six?? That's bananas. I've lived at 11 different addresses, I think.

17 for me (counting dorm rooms).