That is uber lame, Nora. Is it a day time thing?
Like any of that's enough to fight the Dark Master. Bator.
Xander ,'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
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SuziQ - Nov 21, 2006 9:36:35 am PST #2749 of 10004
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
DavidS - Nov 21, 2006 9:36:55 am PST #2750 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Someone needs to do something for Aidan.
EM contacted her ex's family and friends last month asking them to step up and help Aidan. Don't know how much they can do.
Glamcookie - Nov 21, 2006 9:37:10 am PST #2751 of 10004
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
I am a total Scrooge and hate company parties/events of any kind. This year our holiday party is at the hotel at Hollywood and Highland. The only one I've attended in the 6 years I've been with the company was a couple years ago when they had it at the House of Blues.
Connie Neil - Nov 21, 2006 9:39:47 am PST #2752 of 10004
brillig
I normally skip holiday parties, too, because it's an excuse for lameness. If I had a car that was more reliable, I'd go to this year's because this is a company of professional types, but I don't so I'm not. Hubby's trying to nudge me towards more workplace visibility in the interests of career building, but I just don't want to go be happy with the co-workers.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 21, 2006 9:41:22 am PST #2753 of 10004
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
That is uber lame, Nora. Is it a day time thing?
No! It's dinner! Crazy. Tom isn't going.
My holiday party is at the MFA (Museum of Fine Arts) so even if the food sucks and the company is crazy, at least I can wander around looking at art.
Amy - Nov 21, 2006 9:47:08 am PST #2754 of 10004
Because books.
Stephen worked for a place that had wonderful holiday parties -- always out at a fancy restaurant or club, spouses included. They also gave a kids' holiday party during a workday, and always had pictures with Santa and games and lunch. Very nice.
The publisher I used to work for went from having a holiday lunch at a nice restaurant, to a rubber-chicken kind of event at the big boss's ancient club, to what we called the "big sandwich" in the conference room. Depressing. We also stopped getting bonuses around then.
DCJensen - Nov 21, 2006 9:49:05 am PST #2755 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.
The publisher I used to work for went from having a holiday lunch at a nice restaurant, to a rubber-chicken kind of event at the big boss's ancient club, to what we called the "big sandwich" in the conference room. Depressing. We also stopped getting bonuses around then.
That sounds like the universe screaming "Get out! Get out!" in a tiny voice inside your ear.
Volans - Nov 21, 2006 9:49:07 am PST #2756 of 10004
move out and draw fire
I just really don't get the whole concept of restraining orders. Do they really stop wackos? I think juliana's guys might possibly do a better job.
There will be a series of holiday parties here, starting with the Marine Ball (which isn't until Dec 2...weird). I may attend one or two.
Trudy Booth - Nov 21, 2006 9:50:44 am PST #2757 of 10004
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I just really don't get the whole concept of restraining orders. Do they really stop wackos?
Yes, because then you can call the cops (and they can arrest him) when you see the creep near you at all as opposed to wating until he actually threatens or hurts you.
Amy - Nov 21, 2006 9:52:29 am PST #2758 of 10004
Because books.
That sounds like the universe screaming "Get out! Get out!" in a tiny voice inside your ear.
The big boss is famously eccentric. He never made any bones about when the bottom line was suffering. In fact, we could usually count on one of his famous "blue sky" meetings around then, when he would call us into the conference room to berate us for not having anything on the Times list ... and then demand we come up with ideas then and there for a) bestsellers, and b) bestselling authors we could steal from other publishers.
Good times.