It's my estimation that... every man ever got a statue made of him, was one kind of sumbitch or another.

Mal ,'Jaynestown'


Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


aurelia - Mar 06, 2007 9:40:18 am PST #5324 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

ita, the bodyguard training sounds cool! Especially the counter surveillance and defensive driving!

Mayor Richard M. Daley will present the Chicago native with a plaque proclaiming Tuesday "Jennifer Hudson Day."

Yeah, big crowd in front of the theatre and streets closed off. I was just walking along the east side of the Chicago Theatre trying to get to work and a cop stepped in front of me with his arms spread out saying, "There are VIPs ahead. You need to walk on the other side of the street."


Laura - Mar 06, 2007 9:42:40 am PST #5325 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

but this story about female bodyguards in China was on NPR this morning

I was in the car listening and totally thought of ita.

Also, ita, watch Heroes.


Allyson - Mar 06, 2007 9:42:53 am PST #5326 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

I have a new person on the "Allyson's 48 bosses" list, who is a know-it-all annoyance who just wrote me up for not having enough room under my desk to hide in case of earthquake. I'm 4'10". I have assloads of room for me, my computer...shit, I could work under my desk comfortably.

I smell war.


Sue - Mar 06, 2007 9:44:08 am PST #5327 of 10001
hip deep in pie

I have a new person on the "Allyson's 48 bosses" list, who is a know-it-all annoyance who just wrote me up for not having enough room under my desk to hide in case of earthquake.

W.T.F?!?!?!


Kathy A - Mar 06, 2007 9:46:50 am PST #5328 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

That's just...wow, Allyson, you really do work with jerks!


shrift - Mar 06, 2007 9:47:34 am PST #5329 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

"There are VIPs ahead. You need to walk on the other side of the street."

This statement is making me laugh and laugh. Maybe I'm just having flashbacks to the time James Marsters came to Dragon*Con, and how his bodyguards nearly flattened me. I didn't even notice he was in the lobby. I just wanted to use the elevator.


Gudanov - Mar 06, 2007 9:51:17 am PST #5330 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

who is a know-it-all annoyance who just wrote me up for not having enough room under my desk to hide in case of earthquake.

So he has nothing better to do? Things were a bit slow so he decided, hey, why don't I just be a jerk instead of just sitting here?


Jesse - Mar 06, 2007 9:51:49 am PST #5331 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

WTF does that even mean, Allyson?


Kathy A - Mar 06, 2007 9:55:19 am PST #5332 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

OMG, I was just talking to my boss about potential PTO days I'll need to head down to Champaign for school, and she told me that since they are for an approved education program, they'll give me the days and I won't have to take them out of my PTO bank! That's two weeks extra vacation/sick days.

I have to say this about this company--they may not pay a lot, but they sure do have great benefits.


Allyson - Mar 06, 2007 9:59:16 am PST #5333 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

There was a safety walkthrough. It's some sort of racket that keeps us tied up in paperwork.

Once, I gave the new safety guy a lab tour, and about 15 minutes after he left, there was a crowd of people outside the door demanding to know why I allowed someone to walk into a on operating "laser lab" without safety goggles.

I walked them down to the lab. The laser in question was weaker than a laser pointer, and if he had looked at the clearly marked safety sheet on the door, he would have seen that no goggles were required.

Instead of asking me, DumbBitch (as I call him in my head) called in the Safety Calvary, tattling his way into everyone knowing he's a moron.

And don't get me started on the timer on the coffee pot.