Ten percent of nothing is -- let me do the math here -- nothing into nothing, carry the --

Jayne ,'Serenity'


Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.  

[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.


Stephanie - Oct 17, 2006 6:51:58 am PDT #7475 of 10000
Trust my rage

If you were only a boring and emotionally unengaging writer, I'd have written back ages ago!

Thanks! And don't worry about not getting back to me. Seriously. New moms have a genuine excuse for anything.

ION, it looks like the FBI has cleared me, I"m not a threat and I start work on Nov 13th. Now I just have to finalize daycare stuff.


Vortex - Oct 17, 2006 7:04:40 am PDT #7476 of 10000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

That's a well-worn fear of my own.

Yep, my mother used money like a club. Still does. Fortunately, I am financially independent from them now. It's a great motivator to get your shit together, to know that you don't have to ask your parents for money.


Connie Neil - Oct 17, 2006 7:14:20 am PDT #7477 of 10000
brillig

it looks like the FBI has cleared me

It was weirdly satisfying to pass my background check when I did customer support for the Postal Service. Though that satisfaction was countered wtih "dammit, now they have my fingerprints on file."


Laura - Oct 17, 2006 7:23:08 am PDT #7478 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.

By the time I finish reading, I have no time to post. Feeble attempt to catch up follows:

The discussion concerning that low down dirty scoundrel Nic amuses me greatly. I kicked that bastard to the curb 20 years ago. He seduced me a couple times during the past decade, but I’m confident at this point that he no longer holds any magnetism for me at all.

Huh. I just got a raise. A helluva big raise.

Yay for the recognition of Raq’s worth.

I’m looking forward to reading the update from vw from her Harvard visit. Go vw!

Good luck on the promotion Daisy!

Good luck with the interview Brenda!

{{SA}} Sorry about the unwanted mom advice. You’ll both get past this point in your relationship. Just practice, yes mother, yes mother, you are so right mother. Then continue to live your life. And what Cashmere said.

I am completely fiscally irresponsible. My sister now pays my bills for me. I’m sure she has heart failure as she enters all the charges. She is remarkably restrained in not yelling at me.


sj - Oct 17, 2006 7:34:20 am PDT #7479 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I gave in and turned the heat on this morning. So far it isn't helping.


esse - Oct 17, 2006 7:44:33 am PDT #7480 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

It's a great motivator to get your shit together, to know that you don't have to ask your parents for money.

Very true.

I am completely fiscally irresponsible. My sister now pays my bills for me. I’m sure she has heart failure as she enters all the charges. She is remarkably restrained in not yelling at me.

For this reason I will one day have an accountant.


JZ - Oct 17, 2006 7:50:01 am PDT #7481 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Huzzah Raq!

ION, I continue to be bitchly and sullen, except that at least Matilda is sleeping and eating peacefully today and my guts are staying nicely in place (turned out not to be an infection, just my incision getting irritated by the glue). I'm just tired of dealing with the personnel/benefits people at work and finding out, over and over, that I'm just screwed WRT maternity leave.

Even though I have well over 600 hours of accumulated vacation and sick leave, I can only use limited amounts of either, and neither one will alter the end date of my disability eligibility (plus, not eligible for a CA State program that's supposed to allow for an additional 6 weeks of disability -- except that I'm a state university employee and my uni has severe and severely fucked budget restrictions).

No matter how the personnel lady and I try to finagle it (and she really is trying, really hard), there's no way I can stay home past Jan. 24, which puts Matilda at just 4 months old, i.e., the most wildly expensive age imaginable for day care. If I don't go back to work, she and I are uninsured plus we flat-out can't survive without my paycheck. If I do go back to work, barring some miraculous day care situation flopping into our laps from heaven, a bare minimum of 25% of my take-home will go to day care, and probably rather more.

So fucking tired of stressing incessantly about money, and especially about stressing about money and time when I have another 3 months of paid leave theoretically in reserve, I'm just not allowed to use it. Bah!


Vortex - Oct 17, 2006 7:55:34 am PDT #7482 of 10000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

For this reason I will one day have an accountant.

and their job is to make sure the bills get paid and STFU.


Polter-Cow - Oct 17, 2006 7:56:33 am PDT #7483 of 10000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Sonusexmachina is here building computers for ND.

Kristin, you do realize that, uncapitalized, your friend looks like "Sonu Sex Machina."


esse - Oct 17, 2006 7:58:11 am PDT #7484 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

and their job is to make sure the bills get paid and STFU.

Exactly!

So sorry for your stress, JZ. I hope it works out.