So sorry to hear about Senor Sock, Tom.
My eye lasers would've kicked in and the supervisor would've avoided me forever after a crack like that.
Not having eye lasers, I think I might have done something with a more tangible object (like, say, my fist) that would have ensured avoidance by means of a subsequent restraining order.
Zenkitty, my mom would say you're renting this guy space in your brain. He is probably eagerly awaiting your response so he can shoot it down. You might annoy him most effectively by ignoring him.
I have to echo Laga on this. There's nothing that infuriates the self-righteous know-it-all more than being dismissed out of hand.
Metaphorical type eye lasers. Apparently I am capable of shooting a look that instills lasting fear in the recipient. I've not seen it (since it's never happened while I was looking in a mirror) but I did have a supervisor who avoided me for months. All the benefits of violence without the nasty legal repercussions.
Second, I had what was one of the top three meals I've had in my entire life at a tiny little restaurant (indoors doesn't seat more than 35 people) in a tiny little former coal company town near Athens, OH.
Kathy, you've made this sound really good and need to tell me where it is so I can pass it on to my family.
I think I slept like 9 hours yesterday, including a 2 hour nap in the afternoon.
I may have been tired.
bahglerb....
Am awake long enough to rub the crap out of my eyes and send bosses email saying I won't be in today.
Now, more sleep!
I still haven't forgiven the evil supervisor who, when I told her I'd be in a half hour late because I had to leave my sick dog at the vet, asked my why I didn't just put her down.
*boggles*
So, not really an animal OR a people person, is she?
That was an evil supervisor indeed. (I still can't believe the friend of my aunt's who off-handedly mentioned that her dog had been killed that morning -- in a tone that suggested it was the equivalent of a lightbulb burning out.)
I still can't believe the friend of my aunt's who off-handedly mentioned that her dog had been killed that morning -- in a tone that suggested it was the equivalent of a lightbulb burning out.
Sadly, this is my mom. My sister-in-law (her and my brother have 5 cats, 2 of them diabetic) took her to a cat show, where she made the immortal comment about not understanding why people spend so much money on cats when they get sick instead of just putting them down.
Could you guess that my family never had any pets (except for a turtle once upon a time)? Granted, with 8 kids, there really wasn't room for any.
Also, they gave me a little clay pad with his pawprints on it. I'm baking it right now (to make it solid).
Crying again.
I took a bereavement day after a cat died that wasn't even mine. The embassy cat was ailing and I took her to the vet, and assisted in the surgery. Sunday night, the Marines came and found me at a nightclub to tell me the vet had called and the cat hadn't made it. No one was really surprised when I wasn't in on Monday.
I still haven't forgiven the evil supervisor who, when I told her I'd be in a half hour late because I had to leave my sick dog at the vet, asked my why I didn't just put her down.
See, I often ask this very same question about people like that.
Kathy, you've made this sound really good and need to tell me where it is so I can pass it on to my family.
It's called Zoe's, in The Plains, OH, just west of Athens. It's BYOB, which helps cut down on the cost, so for four of us, the total price was around $130, and we all had an appetizer, entree, and dessert.
