It's just a reduction of everything I do to "answering phones and greeting people with some light typing on the side." Which is actually kinda one of my problems with Jackass coworker. He doesn't really think I "do" anything since his head is too far up his ass to notice anyone else unless he feels inconvenienced.

Posable 'Hoff doll.

Posable 'Hoff doll.

Am I the only one who gets an unfortunate Dexter flashback from that link?

There are no unfortunate Dexter flashbacks.

Know your asshole footprint.

Obviously they aren't talking about me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to snicker legitimately.

Know your asshole footprint.

This one, from the 26-39 category:

1. Do you work in an office with a Foosball or Ping-Pong table?

Makes me laugh like a drain, because the office right down the hall from ours has a foosball table in their break room (visible through the large glass wall they installed; additionally, their humongous TV -- which is always tuned to ESPN -- is also visible). In their lobby they have installed a flat-panel monitor on the wall that runs a PowerPoint presentation -- some of the slides are about services the company provides, but most are pictures of the uniformly attractive (in that Stepford wife/frat boy way) employees hanging out at various social events -- invariably with very obviously placed alcoholic drinks.

It's like a frat and sorority got together after graduation, decided to form a company so they could all keep hanging out. My favorite picture from their slide show is a J. Crew-looking guy with 2 very tan women with blonde hair that doesn't look like they were born with it -- one woman on each side of J. Crew Dude. All 3 are holding beers and flashing huge Chiclet-white smiles. In the background, it's clear that they're at a bar; in case it *wasn't* obvious, there is a neon sign above their heads that says "IRISH WHISKEY."

I know I'm just being a cranky, fat, old editor with beige teeth, but if I were a potential client and saw the party pix in their lobby, I would never become a for-real-paying client.

I know I'm just being a cranky, fat, old editor with beige teeth, but if I were a potential client and saw the party pix in their lobby, I would never become a for-real-paying client.

What do they sell, is the real question! I mean, I can envision some things where people enjoying beer in a bar might be your demographic, but....if you're selling alcohol-marketing-schemes, that's one thing, if you're selling computer programming, not so much.

Maybe there's hope....

Saudi religious police attacked by girls

Two officers of the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice in Saudi Arabia were attacked by two "inappropriately-dressed" girls, according to an article in the Asharq Alawsat.

According to Dr. Al-Marshood [Head of the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice in the Eastern province], the two commission members approached the girls in order to "politely" advise and guide them regarding their inappropriate clothing.

Consequently, the two girls started verbally abusing the commission members, which then lead to one of the girls pepper-spraying them in the face as the other girl filmed the incident on her mobile phone, while continuing to hurl insults at them.

The paper reports that the girls were escorted to a police station, where they apologized and were released.

More: [link]

Rebel girls... rebel girls...
Rebel girls you are the queens of my world.

Yes, I do answer the phones like a mad woman and make sure when people know their appointments are here, but I also prepare files, do grant research, outreach, fundraising, shipping and receiving, some tech support. I coordinate schedules. I set up voicemails and conference calls. I am the keeper of every password in my region. I pull off multiple region-wide events and create nearly every presentation an piece of literature that comes out of this place.

You sound more like an office manager.

Timelies all!

Have spent most of the last few work days trying to clean up the lab area of a lab that was dissolved. My lab will move into that space eventually. What's annoying is that the previous lab people just left everything where it was. They had plenty of notice about leaving, so why couldn't they clean up after themselves?

So in my 7th grade tutee's health class, they are discussing mental illness. Oy. I'm trying to undo the whole stigma thing as well as untangle the confusion, from a health class! I told her to google my cousin, who has BPD (bipolar) and is now on the board of directors for NMHA or whatever it is called. Her notes included their url. My cousin fucking testifies before Congress on the behalf of the mental health partity act. She's 23. She kicks ass and so does her mother, who fought for her daughter's life starting at 15 when everyone else fucking failed them. Ahrg. I don't know how much detail to give a 11-12 year old besides this, and that it is an illness, not a personality failure. The teacher seems to be giving the rote info without much conviction. Ahrg.