I probably needed to use a bigger font. I guess font size really does matter.
We should have "big font day" here at b.org.
OK, maybe not....
See, Vera? Dress yourself up; you get taken out somewhere fun.
Jayne ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
tommyrot - Apr 03, 2007 12:30:20 pm PDT #494 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
JZ - Apr 03, 2007 12:38:57 pm PDT #495 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
It may be pricier than you were planning to go (generally in the $180-300 range for party dresses), but Watters has some totally gorgeous dresses in lickable colors all the way up to size 24. The women in my wedding party, ranging from a 2 to a 16 (maybe 18? can't remember), all wore Watters dresses and all looked extremely HOTT. They're not cheap dresses, but they're designed to fit actual female human bodies. And you can dance in them.
I am a sad, sad little dressy-dress pimp.
Emily - Apr 03, 2007 12:46:41 pm PDT #496 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Shit. Must pound out cover letter. Fucking hate cover letters.
To Whom It May Concern:
You've got a math teaching job? What a coincidence! I'm a math teacher! I love math, I love teaching, and I want to work with kids who have at least a modicum of motivation. Hire me!
Love, Emily
Lee - Apr 03, 2007 12:47:03 pm PDT #497 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
But I'm clean! That's something, right?
It is. Now go get ready. We'll have Tom with us too.
JZ - Apr 03, 2007 12:48:33 pm PDT #498 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Emily, I have no trouble at all writing cover letters; it's the objective statement on the actual resume that makes me throw up in my mouth. Trade you hateful tasks?
Allyson - Apr 03, 2007 12:49:31 pm PDT #499 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 hate apartment buildings who don't take pets. RUBY DOESNT PEE ON THE CARPET, PEOPLE.
Emily - Apr 03, 2007 12:51:45 pm PDT #500 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
You think it'll take me an hour and half to get ready?
...okay, yeah, you're right. I'll go pick out some clothes now.
JZ, what is it you want out of this job? Other than fulfillment, satisfaction, making a difference in this world, and being able to feed your child, husband, and step-record collection?
Pix - Apr 03, 2007 12:55:42 pm PDT #501 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Emily, I friggin' love that faux cover letter. I wish you could actually submit it.
ChiKat - Apr 03, 2007 12:57:53 pm PDT #502 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
But I'm clean! That's something, right?
Totally!
I am on Spring Break this week! Woot! However, I have a crapload of things to do. I have finished my taxes, gone to the doctor, and gotten prescriptions filled. So, that's something.
Yesterday, I had planned on grading papers. That didn't happen. My doc gave me a vaccination that totally did me in and I ended up sleeping most of the day. And, today, my arm hurts.
Today, I have worked on my portfolio, but I haven't showered yet. I think that needs to happen next.
JZ - Apr 03, 2007 12:58:18 pm PDT #503 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I'm done with making a difference in the world. I just want to be able to afford to feed my family and still go out for a pedicure more than a couple of times a year without being stabbinated by guilt. Just give me more money without breaking my back beneath the workload, and the fulfillment and satisfaction will take care of themselves.
I love this place and believe in its mission and have huge respect for (almost) everyone I work for and with, but the stupid, stupid fights with unions and the state Assembly budget office and internal budget wranglers and all the other million and one elements that have conspired to flatline almost all non-faculty salaries at UC for the past too many years have just sucked all the rosy idealism right out of me.