I just hit the JACKPOT on a hook for my senior thesis. I'm finally finding the kind of sources I want/need! Oh, this is so freaking exciting!
But I need to be doing my homework that is due in class today. Argh!
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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I just hit the JACKPOT on a hook for my senior thesis. I'm finally finding the kind of sources I want/need! Oh, this is so freaking exciting!
But I need to be doing my homework that is due in class today. Argh!
I love ice cream. Beyond all reason. But if I thought it was a secret handshake, I wouldn't eat any. Cause I hate that pep-rally bullshit, and the more she needed me to do it, the less I would, too.
SO very much this.
Also, I don't snack. The only time it's ever been a habit of mine is when I was pregnant, and even then it was more a defense mechanism against nausea than actual eating, if that makes sense -- I had to make a pretty conscious effort to remember to have food around, and to remember that I needed to eat it. So I get weird looks for turning down free food all the time in the office, but it would never in a million years occur to me that it would be a firable offense to do so. Christ on a pogo stick.
When life was getting shittily beyond our control at my old job, I reached out to try to cheer people up any way I knew how. Mostly through food. I got radio station promotions to bring in Krispy Kreme donuts and coffee and another one to bring its ice cream truck.
I didn't get my panties in a twist when people didn't partake. Let's face it, it takes more than a scoop of rocky road or a glazed donut to take your mind off of a completely incompetent boss and an abysmal lack of funding for a non-profit.
Thanks everyone for the sympathy and well-wishes.
Miracleman: non-question asking doodle mongering sundae refusnik
This really needs to be Joe's tagline if he logs in again anytime soon.
Hah! Yeah, well...
I suppose I could have answered each of those "points" with the following:
"Non-question asking": "Yeah, well, toilets? Not that complex. Customer service? Can do it in my sleep. Questions? An unnecessary waste of time. You fruitbat."
"Doodle-mongering": "Doodling is not only proven to be an aid to learning at times, but it also shows just how much time I had to listen to people tell your rep that you suck. Which you do. Let's talk about a little thing called 'customer service quality' and how you and your department completely lack that..."
"Sundae-refusenik": "You ever think about the possibility that I'm diabetic? (Author's note: I'm totally not diabetic and don't mean to offend anyone who actually is.) You gonna hold that against me? I'd ask you how to spell 'discrimination' but a) I already know and b) I'm fairly confident you don't."
Fuckmeats, the lot of 'em.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
BINGO! I just found the article that makes the connection I need made for my thesis! I'm doing a major happy dance! YAY!!!!!!
"You fruitbat" just got added to my vocabulary.
Ass 'em in the ear, Joe. When the bullshit at a job exceeds the salary, you need to leave anyway, so hey, now you are free to look for the better job faster.
Yay for research! Boo for mummy arms! Yay for transplant! House and car~ma (karma) to those needing it.
And now, back to work, wherein my office is turning the cube farm into a haunted house.
After several months of not biting my nails, they are now bitten to the quick. *sigh*
In Employment Cock-Teasing News:
The temp/placement agency through which I got Shitty Job w/Crazy Bitch-Boss just called. The conversation went something like this:
"Hi, this is Darlene with (temp/placement agency). I have some more information on (unnamed tech job). Looks like the training is going to be in Roseville..."
Me: "Um, pardon me. I don't think anyone mentioned this job...did we speak of this yesterday?"
Darlene: "Um..."
Me: "...or are you confusing me with someone else?"
Darlene: "Oh. I'm, uh...yeah, sorry about that. My To-Do list is very long..."
Me: "I completely understand. Is this a job I'd be qualified for...?"
Darlene: "I'm so sorry. My To-Do list..."
Me: "No, I get it. Um...how far is Roseville...?"
Darlene: "As soon as I get a hold of the HR person from (Shitty Job w/Crazy Bitch-Boss) I'll let you know what they say."
Me: "I appreciate that. Roseville is...?"
Darlene: "So sorry. Have a nice day."
Me: "You, too." (hang up) "Fuck you, too, cocksucking Reality. Very funny."
does anyone have the stick-figure sticker figures?
Clearly tommyrot watched Pushing Daisies, the show that's so nice, it names everything twice! (And doesn't seem to think it's just too, TOO precious for words.)
Sorry MM. I know it sounds inadequate, and it is, but I am sorry to hear for the whole mess.
Hey Raq, how did you get on Paizo's comp list? And can you tell me where the body is buried also?