Today has been a roller coaster and it isn't even lunch time yet.
Talked with my manager about frustrations with L - BOO
Got good support from her - YAY
Then she called and asked me to document problems with L - BOO
Manager and I also talked about other job ops for me within the company - YAY
Found an internal job posting for an interesting job - YAY
Almost double the salary - YAY
I know some higher up's in that department - YAY
Fear of rejection - BOO
Fought the fear and send higher-up a request for a recommendation - YAY
He said he would - YAY
But that he thought the job was filled - BOO
Got brave and called the person offering the job - YAY
Job is, in fact, filled - BOO
I'm exhausted.
Sox, I don't blame you. I once pissed off a neighbor upstairs because I was home alone and refused to let her repairman come in here and turn the water off. But I'm sorry..."Hi, I'm a repairman," is a very common sick killer trick and often ends with a workman carrying off a heavy roll of carpet with the remains of an obliging soul in it. And it's not like I could krav the guy.
My neighbor was bitter for quite a while, but the whole thing hit me as phony.
I suppose I should have died to keep the peace.
I HATE southwest. I've flown it before and not minded, but when traveling with 13 people that you can't check in before hand because we have PAPER tickets, it's a fucking nightmare. And we won't mention the 4 hour delay of flight, or the rude gate agent. I also hate the cattle call thing.
At one time I lived in a small complex of garden apartments where we all knew each other and were mostly friends. Late one night one woman smelled something which she thought was a fire, so she pulled the alarm and then went from door to door waking up the other people in the building and making sure they got out. The fire department arrived, checked, turned out someone had left something on the stove and it burned, although there was no actual fire. One woman was complaining about being awakened in the middle of the night; I couldn't resist making a comment about maybe the next time she'd prefer to be left to burn.
Wow. You guys must not have flown the same Southwest I do!
(of course I'm always able to get e-tickets so I guess that could make a difference.)
I like Southwest! The pilots and attendants seem to be having fun too and will joke over the announcement thingie. I don't mind the cattle call thing either. I just sit on the floor and read or play on the computer or ipod. It doesn't hurt that the trip to the Southwest airport is easy whereas the one to DFW is a nightmare.
pours Suzi a Fernet
Haven't flown Southwest. Despise United with all of my booze-soaked soul.
I have been Productive!Woman today and rassled with both my old medical insurance and my current motorcycle & truck insurance. Now I just need to call the student loan people, and my trifecta of Calls I Really Don't Want To Make will be completed. Oh, and I should pay my bills. Right. Being an adult is haaaaaaaaaard. But the internet makes life so much easier.
I just hate flying in general these days, and will always drive or take a train if that's an option.
okay, gawd knows that my math is suspect, but the answer seems clear to me how men can have more partners than women. Let's assume that there is a man who has slept with three different women, and those women have only slept with him (and probably assume they're his only partner, but I digress). So, he has 3 partners, and each of the women has 1 partner. Perfectly logical, I think.
