Emeline slept in her own bed last night!! I suspect it has something to do with the "presence" of Max and Ruby in there with her.

Actual post:

I was catching up on my reading of eWeek, and lo and behold who should show up but our own Jilli.

It was a brief article covering the Microspoting blog.

A petticoat- and top-hat-wearing Goth was another Microspotted employee, also not the image presented by "PC guy."

From the interview, readers learn that not only does this Technical Editor on the Dev Div team write an online advice and etiquette column for Goths, she often finds herself doing the same for Microsoft employees who have questions about her subculture.

"Every team I’ve been on, I’ll get someone who wanders into my office and says, 'So, my kid’s getting into this wearing all black kinda thing, listening to weird music … can I bring them into to talk to you?' And I’m always like, 'Sure! I’m happy to explain that you can still be a freak and a gainfully employed grown-up,'" Jilli** V***** told Microspotting.

(real name removed by me)

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I give no comment on the article itself, just "Buffistas! in unexpected places!"

Oh, definitely. He found it on the internet somewhere. It involved chopping up the potatoes, mixing an egg and flour to bind the taters together, and then cooking the tots in oil.

Oh, that sounds easy enough. YAY!

Go big girl Emeline!

Jeezus people! So, I'm having our (9th) annual St. Pat's party tomorrow, and a friend just messaged to tell me she can't come because our other friend is mad at her and she doesn't want to ruin the party so *sigh* she's so sorry she can't make it.

And you know, I get that being around people you aren't getting along with at the time is uncomfortable and awkward and generally something to be avoided, but a simple-sorry can't make it is fine. There are near 60 people decending on our house tomorrow; it's not like she'd be ruining a dinner party.

Don't want drama? Don't bother me with it, then.

And now I feel bad, because she really is a sweet person.

Don't feel bad. People need to be grownups.

Part of being a grown up is knowing when to politely ignore someone and when to rudely snub someone. At your party, DJ, she should know how to politely ignore, not passive-aggressively try to get you to beg her to attend and assure her that she won't ruin it because, obviously, she could.

I does feel a little high school. If I know someone who stresses me out is going to be somewhere I'm going, I just...don't go. Or, if it's irritation, go and avoid.

Ah, I know why it bothers me! It feels like a passive agressive ultimatum. "If she goes, I won't go. Choose."

Bah. Anyway, slow day at work. Which is good because my brain isn't all here.

I was catching up on my reading of eWeek, and lo and behold who should show up but our own Jilli.

zooms to the office copy of eWeek.

Awesome!

I so need another job, I don't even know how to tell you all. My boss needs someone to ride herd on her, and I am so not the person to do it.