Oh, Vortex, that sucks. It's your new condo. It's supposed to be full of excellence and good things, and right now it sounds like you have all the costs of home ownership
plus
the aggravations of being a renter dependent on other people for basic home maintenance bullshit. Which is kinda bullshit.
I found another snag with the offer -- they want me to start 12/3. Which is indeed the requisite two weeks away, but in brute reality it's just one week since one of those weeks is the short holiday week that we're in the middle of right now. If I do that it'll leave all the current people flailing, badly. So I really want to push the start date back; it's a point of honor, really -- I won't dick the current boss over like that, which should tell them I wouldn't do it to them either. I just need to figure out how to say it without sounding like I'm a weaselly waffler.
I just need to figure out how to say it without sounding like I'm a weaselly waffler.
Like this -- "While 12/3 is technically two weeks, the holiday in the middle makes for a bit of a crunch for my current employer. I'd like to start 12/10 if that's possible."
JZ, are you sure you're not mathing wrong, or have biweekly pay switched with monthly pay or something? Because if the job pays $5300 more a year, that sounds like almost double '$200 extra a month.' More like $200 extra a biweekly paycheck. I think you should still negotiate - one should always negotiate - but make sure you have the numbers straight in your mind.
That how-to-pack video from TSA showed up on NBC Nightly News last night, which I was watching over at my MIL's house. Brian Williams was scathing in his commentary and said he regretted that this had happened during the writers' strike because he thought the late-night shows needed to weigh in on this one.
DH and I had been engaged in some political jousting with his conservative youngest brother, but we all united on the stupidity of folding our clothes and rolling our electronics' cords for the TSA's convenience. I wondered if between us DH and I are carrying enough small electronic devices to pack in the form of a hand giving the middle finger.
I heard someone commenting that, with all the things slipping by the TSA, they may soon forbid carryons completely.
So ... they can't guarantee that anything of value in your luggage will arrive - or that the luggage itself will arrive - but they're talking about making you pack everything except (I assume) your ID and ticket?
I havent' seen the PSA about folding not rolling clothes. That seems really really dumb.
I still have 260 words left to put on my essay. Right now "Striving for medicority" is totally my motto.
but they're talking about making you pack everything except (I assume) your ID and ticket?
I think people on the plane would beg mothers to travel with more. (Seriously, the idea of limiting carry-ons even more makes me feel anxious and I'm not scheduled to fly anywhere for months.)
JZ, if the new!job won't go up on your counter-offer, ask for more vacation time/flex time/some other benefit.
They want you to fold your clothes.
This would only happen if, as they always ask, someone else packed my clothes. "Okay. I confess. My luggage was packed by a terrorist. A really neat terrorist. He came to my door and offered to pack for me."
Christmas of 2001, when my brother flew home for the holidays, he said that he knew that the TSA had opened and gone through his suitcase before he even saw the note they leave.
Me: "How could you tell?"
Bro: "Well, all the clothes were folded."
Me: "And?"
Bro: "Have you SEEN me pack? I cram wadded-up, wrinkled clothes into the suitcase!"
Me: "...are you going to write the TSA a thank-you note?"
I have chocolate penguins from L.A. Burdick's. They are too cute to eat.
Oh, good! I’m so glad she got to go there!
Timelies all!
