Who gave Allyson's insecurities her password?

Is this an upgrade from tea or in addition to or am I totally making up things in my head and thinking they are real?

Have fun, in any case!

There was totally a tea thing, sarameg. I remember, because it wasn't coffee.

Dinner on Wednesday with exotic, sexy, bright French/Moroccan guy.

Must be gay, right?

Doubtful, since I've been searching for someone who fits that description for quite some time and have yet to find suitable candidates. If that turns out to be the case, send him East and I'll wire you a finder's fee.

Who would ever want to spend time with Allyson? Must be a loser.

I talked to ex-Boss and ex-Project Leader and they both are gratifyingly sorry/dismayed/disconsolate that I am gone. They also want me to end up someplace good so that when they end up looking for work, they'll have an 'in'.

Good!

I am tired of trying to tell New Person everything in the world, and also I should be doing my own current work! Oh well.

Grrrrrrrrrrr. We have this policy, which is that only managers can contact clients. I understand the point of the policy, but it is absolutely infuriating at times. Like now. I can't do my job without having certain questions answered by clients. But my boss is as stressed out as the rest of us, plus his sanity is quite literally hanging by a thread right now due to some personal issues. He's been absolutely dropping the ball and its making my work life hell. I thought about calling one of the other managers, but that's like tattling on him, and I don't expect that's going to help in the grand scheme of things. Besides, the rest of the managers are just as busy and unresponsive as he is. This is why I hate my job.

Dinner on Wednesday with exotic, sexy, bright French/Moroccan guy.

Must be gay, right?

Nope, not necessarily. I dated an exotic, sexy, bright Moroccan guy for awhile a few years back and he was definitely not gay.

Never had this happen to me before: as I was carrying Chinese take-out to my office, my pants fell down. Which is embarrassing yet encouraging at the same time. Apparently though my weight has plateaued, at least some of the excess waistline flab seems to have been converted to leg muscle instead, as I'm pretty sure this wouldn't have occurred if my waist were still 38".

JZ, you have a beautiful, alert daughter, but huge, she is not. She is dainty, one might say.

Signed, parent of kids who are closer to huge (but still not really there, although the Dillo's fat knees certainly qualify right now.)

I can't imagine people thinking that Matilda is a boy. Everything about her screams girl to me.