Giles ,'Beneath You'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Just to be an asshole...
Thanks for all the baseball~ma y'all sent the Yankees way. They just finished a 3-day sweeping of the Bo-Sox today. And I think just scootched into 1st for the Wild Card AL. Keep your fingers crossed, they need all the help you can give them this season.
ducks & covers
Faulkner? puppets? (boggles)
Although I once saw a punk production of The White Devil (it was bad).
Ginger, when you first said it I was picturing weird brightly colored muppety puppets, but with those puppets it might be interesting.
The question and answer might be interesting.
ducks & covers
::lobs rotten tomatoes::
My big boss is driving me a bit nuts. She's printing stuff and making a phone call, but she's getting distracted and printed stuff multiple times. In color. I'm watching the bar of red ink go lower and lower and I don't want to tell her she's costing us money.
That link Tom Scola posted? That's where I work. Except I'm in the New Jersey office. Bet they don't have those kind of problems, huh? I'll take that bet.
My cunning plan to get Teppy to move away from Ohio is dashed. Drat!
Some time ago someone was complaining about those in the office who print out reams of stuff during the day, keeping everyone else from printing small jobs. You know what's possibly more annoying? the people who set something to print on manual feed and then don't (a) go put the special paper in the manual feed slot or (b) go and push the button to make it print on paper from the tray. For several hours. The corollary to this is that if I push the button to make it print from the tray, inevitably they come out and start screaming about their stuff printing on plain paper.
Yeah, yesterday my boss told me about a position which he wanted to interview people for next week and it was OH SO VITAL THAT IT HAPPEN IMMEDIATELY. So I stayed almost two hours late yeterday, getting the job description correct and up on our site and posted it internally and wrote the ad and got it up on Craig's List. I just got an email telling me they decided to "hold off" for a while. Feh.
ION, we have been waiting for Labor Day Sales to kick in, and on Saturday we go to Macy's Outlet and Sears and a couple of other stores with big discounts and spend lots of money. We are buying a stove [link] range-hood, bedroom furniture [link] and a new couch and loveseat. I love the new bedroom set we picked out! We currently have a 12-year-old double bed which is in terrible condition and a $30 used dresser. It's our one-year anniversary present to each other. Queen-sized bed--oh, the luxury!
And I think just scootched into 1st for the Wild Card AL.
Hmph. By half a game, when your current rival for the top spot hasn't yet played today.
Of course, we ARE starting Horacio Ramirez today, which means we WILL lose. I almost wish the M's had sucked from the beginning of April like I thought they would. I'm used to them being terrible; it's been years since they last broke my heart.
Ah, well. Boston still has some breathing room in the East, and I can always root for the Tigers to win the Wild Card.
Bleah and bleah.
Job #1, the one I really really wanted, is going with someone else. Job #2 seems to love me to bits, but it just makes my gut churn with dread. I like them all; I like the industry; one of the people I interviewed with is smart and bookish and kind and has a great laugh, and one reminds me of Tom Scola; even the potential asshole seems to be not so bad, just scatterbrained, difficult to pin down and rein in, and prone to "helping" his helpers by accidentally deleting important stuff from Outlook.
And yet, and yet, and yet. There's very little specific reason for me to feel so vomitty about it (the early start time is bad but negotiable; the company is now a tiny subdivision of a multinational giant, but still semi-independent; there's a lot of PowerPoint, which I'm not too familiar with, but I know I could get up to speed in like a week), but I just do. I had to stop myself at one point from jumping up and just fleeing. The other job, the one I'm not getting? Every time I thought about it, I got a fluttery Christmas Eve sort of feeling.
If they make me an offer and I turn it down, something else will come up, won't it? Or am I totally deluded and/or just tempting the universe to take a shit down the back of my neck?