java, just tell employers that your last day at the new job is May 11. Don't even mention the vacation.
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
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Unfortunately, recruiter already has told people what the last day is. And it's been all over the news, here too, so anyone with familiarity with InterMune's lay-offs would know. Your advice is correct though! :)
It's okay, we'll work something out if they need me right away. My company is being awesome about interviews and flexibility, so if I needed to take some afternoons to start the new job whilst still at InterMune, it can be done.
My mom came and saw my apartment yesterday. She cleaned all the sinks and scrubbed all my dishes.
Would she like to visit Florida?
I've got to start training. Like, exercising or something. Because I am going to have to gird myself to deal with 4 or so days in a mini-van with:
A two year old.
The World's Stupidest Dog
Big Dragon Evil Genius Cat
Rapidly Becoming Bigger Than BDEGC But Still Spastic and Kinda Dumb Cat.
Aimee.
So, what do people recommend? Yoga? Strength training?
Medication?
Medication?
This one. Just make sure it's something they won't catch on the breathalyzer.
My mom came and saw my apartment yesterday. She cleaned all the sinks and scrubbed all my dishes.
I used to tell my mother I'd gotten the place really filthy so she'd have something to do when she visited.
Cereal:
Is it true, this rumor I hear that it's Peev the Adorable's birthday?
When Brendon and I go to New York with the kids and animals we find it best to switch drivers every 2-3 hours. That way we don't get overly tired and it mixes stuff up. Frequent potty breaks and stretching of legs. The non-driver gets to watch a movie or play video games or nap.
He is totally Not Adorable!
Happy Birthday Pete!
Felicitations, Pete!
From yesterday:
I think I have a job, if I want it. At a family-run kennel, for cash under the table, maybe twenty (or more) hours a week. Essentially cleaning up poop and pee, walking the hounds, and scrubbing place down every day.
I'm kind of unreasonably excited by this.
That would be such an awesome job. Dealing with animals for 20 hours a week and getting paid for it? I don't have huge problems with poop and pee as a rule, so it wouldn't be all that bad. Especially considering that you'd be working with animals--who are straightforward about what they want, who accept you cheerfully whenever you pay attention to them, and who are content to just hang with you, as long as you're willing to, and make few, if any, other demands on you. I say go for it!
Aimee and Joe, I hope this move will bring you the joy and contentment you've been hoping for. I'm with everybody else in wishing you smooth move-ma, fast home-finding, and soon-settled-ma.
Sean, I'm so sorry to hear about your kitty, but I hope he'll be sorted out soon and back home with you and S.
No avalanches near Bitches! Stay safe!
I have a boring cell phone which can do magic things. I just refuse to pay extra for them, and only use it to (gasp!) make phone calls.