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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My workplace wants to have a holiday party on Dec 15th, a Friday.
My problem? In order for Andi to go, she would have to 1, take off work, 2, Drive 50 miles to meet me at work, 3, leave one van at my workplace, to drive 20 miles *further* and 4, After the party we would both have to drive in separate vehicles back home.
Second choice: she would have to 1, take off work, 2, I would have to take off work three or four hours early, 3, drive 50 miles to pick her up, 4, drive back 70 miles to the party, then drive 70 miles back home afterwards.