Oh, and happy birthday to the birthday peeps!
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Happy Birthday, Epic!
GC, I understood every individual word in your mathy post, but the combination was completely mystifying to me. Much luck in getting the stats to do what you want them to do.
Dude. Let the body cool a bit, would ya?
They've interviewed someone for my position. On Monday. Which, normally, I'd have no problem with, really. Yeah, it hurts, but oh well. I'm leaving, I made that choice, I accept it.
But the person is from the Ops Director old building. And that irritates me. Why? For a number of reasons.
1) The OD has fired 2 people in the engineering department in order to replace them with people from his old building, has fired someone in janitorial to replace them with someone from his old building, replaced the Asst OD with his old assistant from his old building, brought in 3 new engineers from his old building, and had our office change a lot of the procedures to how they were in his old building. Why did he leave? If it was all that, why did he leave? I mean, he brought in this new Ops Assistant and she hasn't even bothered to get to know the rest of us or even to fit in. She doesn't talk to us. At first, we thought, well, maybe she's just quiet. But, nope. She talks like a bandit if A) someone from the old building comes in or B) she's talking to a manager.
All of this crap is a pretty big part of why I'm leaving. The people who were here from the moment the building was purchased are treated like piles of dogshit, while the people that come directly from our main competitor (and our CEO's former partner) are treated with kid gloves and given anything they want.
I'm leaving and I shouldn't care, but I've spent three + years of my life here. I can't help but care that the people I', leaving behind hate it just as much as I do.
Blah.
Ok. It's just the one reason.
One is a number.
Not only is it a number, it's the loneliest.
The loneliest, from what I hear.
Me and Robin, with the sharing of the brain.
Robin! I've been meaning to tell you! I had a dream about Johnny Carson park the other night. I dreamt that they dug out the stream, found a salt water source for it, and turned the park into an open air aqarium with manatees and tropical fishes and the like. Craxy, huh?
{{{All the frazzled Bitch mommies}}}
I'm gone for 2 hours and you guys can only come up with 22 posts to entertain me? How am I supposed to procrastinate doing laundry that way?
That sounds pretty bad, Aimee. Glad your leaving.