What's up with THIS? You're getting paid, right?

I hope so.

I signed a contract for a three-month internship. That time ran out two weeks ago. I have been told they're keeping me, but they haven't figured out in what capacity and in what department.

{{{P-C}}}

I just filled out an application for the online school. Application~ma, please.

::waggles eyebrows suggestively at P-C::

::waggles out again::

Polter-Cow, do not stop nagging your bosses or HR or whoever you can get hold of to nag that you need to have your employment situation sorted out. At the very least, they need to commit to how they are paying you for the work you've already done while not under contract, but thta would only be a stop-gap. It's just as easy for themto just keep shoving work your way and never fix the glitch, not even maliciously, just because they will naturally start to assume that someone else will have taken care of it and everything is okay. Be the squeaky wheel, get the grease you are due!

I seem to be under consideration for an underwriting position. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Meanwhile, a cat is purring on my lap, so that's good.

Application~ma, sj. This would be a transfer for the fall?

Man, that's one of the things I like the most about no longer being a junior employee. They don't pay me, I don't work.

Of course, I just went from senior contractor to fully independent contractor, so the pay-work thing is prostitutionally cut and dried.

I'd like to promise you that the work world gets better, P-C, but that would be a lie...how 'bout a hug and making out?

On a different topic, how can I get rid of gnarly toe calluses? I've never had a pedicure; is that part of the service or do they just do your nails? I've tried foot scrubs, pumice stones, clippers, lotion. I'm thinking about trying the microplane grater.

On a different different topic, I had mussels for dinner. About half of them didn't open. Closed mussels look a lot like cockroaches.

ETA: Ooo! And application-ma, sj!

{{{Gud}}}

P-C - hope they figure out your situation soon. . . and you know, let you know what it is.

Nora! Congratulations on the new job and the giving notice!!

It's just as easy for themto just keep shoving work your way and never fix the glitch, not even maliciously, just because they will naturally start to assume that someone else will have taken care of it and everything is okay. Be the squeaky wheel, get the grease you are due!

Yeah, I just don't want to be too...abrasive. I'm a pushover-y kind of person.

I'd like to promise you that the work world gets better, P-C, but that would be a lie...how 'bout a hug and making out?

Hell yeah!

On a different topic, how can I get rid of gnarly toe calluses? I've never had a pedicure; is that part of the service or do they just do your nails? I've tried foot scrubs, pumice stones, clippers, lotion. I'm thinking about trying the microplane grater.

I hear a drill works wonders.

Application-ma, sj!

Well, the one pedicure I've had included callous filing/snipping/removal. I think it's pretty usual. But, you know, small sample size of actual data.

Beej is wise.

And, I don't think I've ever said this directly to you, Beej (though Hec can confirm that I have indeed said it), but I'm so very glad you came back after that first weird little kerfuffle and your time off from b.org. You're funny and truthful and brave and your spicy brains (and pictures of Bartleby) bring so much goodness to the culture of the board.

ION, last night I dreamed that we had our next F2F in Austin, Texas, and stumbled on a funky ramshackle but delicious restaurant that was going out of business, and pooled our money to buy it out and use it as an ongoing Buffista fund-raising concern. The more nomadic Buffistas worked out a schedule of 3 or 4 of them living in Austin, in a crazy sort of treehousey thing behind the restaurant, for a couple months at a time running things, then wandering off and passing the management on to the next band of nomadic Buffistas.

Also, Prince was in there somewhere and he wanted to make out with me, but Hec was drifting around the back of the restaurant singing "Love, love, love, love, love" under his breath so I had to turn Prince down.