MS Project is broken in a way that means I can't see subordinate task descriptions. I've been putting in at least one help desk call a day for the past two weeks. Getting old.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
Today is the last day of work before my vacation in which I stay home and pretend to be a full time professional writer. It's going to be difficult to get anything done.
I had my performance evaluation yesterday, and was shocked and amazed that there wasn't one single thing in the "needs improvement" columns. It was all gushing praise from the guys I support (Allyson is overqualified, please promote her immediately) and from my boss (in all the time I've known you, I've never heard a single negative comment).
My mind is sufficiently blown, since I feel incompetent most of the time.
I finally remembered to put a jar on my desk, "ADVICE: 25 cents" because seriously, people need to start paying me for that.
My mind is sufficiently blown, since I feel incompetent most of the time.
I've been feeling this way for the last five years (IOW, since I moved into the softare development part of the company). Every year I think "This is the year they find out what a phony I am". I figure it's healthier to just keep expecting the other shoe to drop at any moment than to start assuming it never will.
I finally remembered to put a jar on my desk, "ADVICE: 25 cents" because seriously, people need to start paying me for that.
This is brilliant. I may have to steal that idea.
I feel incompetent most of the time.
We've spoken to you about that, haven't we? Stop it.
We've spoken to you about that, haven't we? Stop it.
also? you. rest this weekend.
you. rest this weekend.
My partner in crime might have dislocated something in his foot, so I'm at least probably skipping kettlebell. Dinner and a movie tonight, lunch tomorrow, brunch Sunday, and that's all I'm committed to.
Everybody follows advice!
not snorting. No, really.
Turkey sandwiches are not conducive to remaining awake the rest of the afternoon. Good gawd. Next time I forget my lunch, I'm trying the flank steak sandwich.
Stop it.
Oh, that will require YEARS of therapy. But I appreciate it!
that will require YEARS of therapy.
Will smacking you around help crash the critical path?
Wow, Allyson. So much more than snark and being bait for the crazy in common.