Dear crap assed administrative assistant,

Did you not notice the last part of your title. It means you are there to assist. If Kristin needs that period, take her at her word, and figure out a way to make it work. Yeah, it's going to be a little harder than just ordering people to do stuff, but it's kinda what you're there for. Don't be a dick and do your job. You're making us look bad.

No love,
Queen and most beloved of AAs

P.S. Seriously, don't be a dick to the people you're there to help.

How dumb is your landlady? If I had a property I was renting, but wanted to sell, I would be as accomodating as possible to my renters so that I could ensure rent money would be coming in until I got an offer to buy. As it is, you guys are trying to get out ASAP, so now the place could be vacant (and I'm hearing that houses are staying on the market longer these days) while she's still looking for a buyer. Dumb.

She's really dumb. She keeps bitching to us about how she is losing $500 a month on this place, but she is going to be even crankier when she is losing $1500 a month on this place, because it's not worth even the remainder of what is left on her mortage. Idiot.

(Perhaps the Buffista babies were sharing their insomnia--I had yet another night of it last night. A few more of these and I'm going to have to spork someone for real.)

They must have been, because the insomnia fairy visited me, too.

thank you WindSparrow! no, not stargate.

Our pediatrician swore we wouldn't need any sort of Benadryl when we flew - the first time we sort of believed him. The next big trip went like this: scene: crowded, sweat-smelling greasy US aircraft. opening: toddler plays with toes during takeoff. middle-aged professor who'd switched out of our row faster than anything finds he's sitting next to a screaming five year old. Sweet toddler discovers airplane window blinds. Up. Down. Up. Wipes face with hand. DH: did she just wipe her nose? Sox: maybe? Iris, do you have a cold? I think she's getting a cold. Or allergies. It could be allergies. Toddler: NO! {up. down.} Sox: doesn't she sound congested to you?? DH: very. we should probably give her a little something before it gets worse...

five minutes later - airplane nirvana. Super bad mommy.

sj, I'm sorry your landlady insists on being a PITA. When she arrives with the person tomorrow you should open the door with, "I'm so glad you're here because now I can show you the leak I've been telling you about!"

May you find a lovely place to live this weekend, because I'm sure your landlady won't mind if you give her less than 30 days notice since she's not at all concerned about what the law says.

Kristin - whatever happened to respecting planning periods? Teachers are supposed to do that at home now, too? And substitutes? I don't know how your district works, but shouldn't the AA be able to call in a sub?

Sorry - I get really bent about teaching (and preparing to teach) being the last thing on the list of Important Things to Do.

I can't. She's one of those people that will make life hell at school if you piss her off. I'm just sitting here fuming.

Take the class then send the students to the office, one-by-one, on trumped up charges.

Thanks, Vortex. I wish I had the nerve to stand up for myself like that, but the truth is I don't. She intimidates the hell out of me. I told her if she wants to show it tomorrow, I will not be leaving the apartment. I'm going to try to book a few apartment appointments for the weekend now, because I just can't deal with this bullshit anymore.

If your landlord is otherwise decent, I wouldn't split hairs, or let myself get upset by a 21 hour notice instead of 24. I know 24 hours is your right, but it's not like she called you at suppertime. The realtor is likely pushing her, because they don't want the client to buy something else from another realtor in the meantime, and buyers want to see places on their own schedule.

Hi Sox, and welcome, and hopefully I will get to meet you when I become a DCista again next month.

I guess the Baby Satellite went over last night. Mal woke up at 2:00 am and wanted to play. He was soaking wet (another successful campaign in Operation Diaper Blowout), so after I got that taken care of I lay down with him in the guest bed.

All he wanted to do was bounce on the bed and poke me in the eye to get a reaction.

All he wanted to do was bounce on the bed and poke me in the eye to get a reaction.

I've had dates like that.

I wonder how many times and in how many different threads the news of Vonnegut's death will be posted.

ION, I seem to have lost my debit card.

I don't know whether I should wait 'til I get home to see if it's not there before I should do anything. It's like, the only card I've got now.