This morning I got on a train, but the train just sat there. For about five minutes. The engineer was obviously a pod person, right?
There was, in fact, an army surplus store just outside the station, but it was closed. But nothing bad happened. Except now I have this pod sitting next to me, and I don't remember why for....
May I come in late and offer hugs and sympathy for JZ. And remind yourself - they didn't deserve you (and you certainly didn't deserve them).
A truckload of huh?! [link]
They were talking about that on the radio this morning. The radio guy and my question is: Where did the
guy
go to the bathroom during those two years?
Fuck- My boss's position has been eliminated as of June 30th. I hope I continue to have a job.
Job ~ma, Sophia! Any idea when you'll know something? (you work for a university, right? so the budget will show your line or not?)
Yikes Sophia! I would start looking around, just in case.
you work for a university, right?
Yup- I am hopeful, as it is much harder to eliminate a staff position than a faculty one (which my boss was), and I was recently given another faculty member to support as well as my boss. But I like my boss and my job!
I am currently perusing the website for other Admin positions, but there is nothing good right now. Big! Boss wanted to talk to me last night, but she was not here by 5:30 so I left. Now I wish I had stayed.
Puddleblog
Yes, a blog about a puddle.
"You know, that puddle should have its own blog."
Mostly just pictures. But for some reason I love this caption:
February 1, 2008. Today there were coat hangers in the puddle!!
eta:
What is Puddleblog, you ask? Puddleblog chronicles the epic journey of one puddle, bracing for an uncertain future.
It’s a blog. You know, for a puddle. Specifically, the puddle that graces the corner of Jay and Plymouth, a couple blocks east of the Manhattan Bridge. Maybe if this thing catches on we can think about including other qualified puddles.