I would cc bigboss.

And also, why don't they have a group distrib list, or a separate e-mail account bucket (and someone responsible for checking it) for these purposes.

Get a clue, stoooopid people who upset Sox.

My only advice is not to send any "sorry to be a pain" emails. Just say what you need whoever to do, and leave it at that.

Not saying sorry is the biggest thing I'm taking away from this ridonk professional development thing I've been doing, and I do think it makes me seem more powerful or whatever.

Not saying sorry is the biggest thing I'm taking away from this ridonk professional development thing I've been doing, and I do think it makes me seem more powerful or whatever.

So. Very. This.

The whole "sorry" thing (unless, of course you threw a bleach-filled water balloon into the person's office for 'fun') just screams an invitation to disrespect.

I'm not sure I'd cc the angsty emails. I would, however, create a document with the progression of events and a plan for fixing the problem.

Much more likely to get the 'you saved me so much hassle, go ahead and do it' response from the bigboss.

I've got Dylan's Forever Young sung by Baez in my head. I know why. It is a wish unrealized for scrappy's niece. Isn't entirely appropriate, but it is what visits me. And damnit, my ipod needs charging.

I get cc'd on so freaking much that my inbox is currently 1000+ and I still haven't dealt with monday's email. Crap.

Oookhay, sign I need to go to bed (my ipod charged) : Ellas Danzan Solas is making me alternately sob and rage (and my spanish is weak, so I'm probably getting 75%.)

That song is a hell of a tearjerker. Sleep well, sara.

I wish I'd take my own advice and go sleep. Yeah, it's a killer.

My personal childhood musical library ( mentally, anyway) is full of stuff like this. I thank my parents for their protest history, but man, heavy stuff I grew up on. The tribute to my parents is that it still guts me.

Me too, sara. Although that song was one I came to on my own. They had stopped feeding me by then, but I was weaned on civil rights violations across the world. It made for an oddly skittish childhood.

I can't recall the taste of matcha, so I can't work out if these are appetising. The colour's certainly...special.

Tommy, I'm still hunting through SPICE apps. It looks to be all hard core and high powered and perhaps way (okay, definitely way) over my head. I want something in the YA range of home electronics.

Joan Baez , via my parents was largely (but not soley, those sneaky quakers and their freaky social conscience) my exposure. And she does a lot of that stuff. Shit, I now need to get the albums I don't have. Like the Tiannamen one. Anyway.

Back in the late sixties when she was still playing coffeehouses and not famous, dad sat with her post-gig and talked in Boston.

Almost a decade ago, I went up to Philly to her concert. It was pretty informal, but I was too shy to go up and say "Hey, you met my dad back in the 60s and I grew up on you." Oh well.

Happy Birthday, Allyson!