oh brenda, I know how that goes. A couple of years ago our president brought in a "marketing specialist" who managed to produce some truly horrendous ads ... and antagonized literally everyone in the office (except the president). After he was faced with a staff revolt - a month before the annual conference - he let her go. Turned out that her main qualification was that in a previous job she'd been a really great secretary.
'Safe'
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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.
Ouch, G and Sheryl, I'm so sorry to hear that.
oh Sheryl, I'm sorry for G. Does he belong to an association that has job finding help?
Perkins, yes, totally.
Aw, man. I really want to stab the doe-eyed med students who keep walking in, staring at me all confused, asking if I'm Doris, and then, when I say (in my professional Helpful Friendly Lady voice instead of the bitter demi-shrift voice I really want to use) "No, I'm not, but she's right inside" and POINT TO EXACTLY WHERE SHE'S SITTING AT HER DESK, just keep staring at me all doe-eyed like they're waiting for me to take them by the hand and toddle them over to her. Can't I stab just one, just a little?
well, just a little.
JZ, How about I stab a med student, and you come stab a summer associate.
Or a first year associate.
Or a partner, for that matter.
Criss-cross!
BWAH!
t giggles at JZ
(And ok, you were prolly going to a "Strangers on a Train" place, whereas I went to "Throw Mama from the Train".)
I went to both places at once, or to a hybrid "Throw a Stranger's Momma From The Train" place complete with lushly gloomy black-and-white cinematography, slashy subtext leaking through to the text, frying pans over the head and a pop-up book.
I Y JZ.