Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.

Mal ,'The Message'


Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


SuziQ - May 09, 2008 6:08:17 am PDT #8438 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Gah, vw, how frustrating. But at least you are not a guy. Or not a guy in my office.

Why you ask? Well, for some unknown reason the maintenance folks removed the handles to the door to the mens restroom. Guys can push the door open to go in. But they can't get out without some outside assistance.


Emily - May 09, 2008 6:09:28 am PDT #8439 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

for some unknown reason

Hours of entertainment? Wacky hijinks?

ETA: I cannot TELL you how strange that word looks. Better with a "ks" than with an "x", but... weird.


Vortex - May 09, 2008 6:12:25 am PDT #8440 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

This was my favorite part of the NPR article

"We said, 'No!' You are not going to do this. You're not going to walk behind anybody. We're going to walk together. And we held hands and we marched right up the sidewalk into those doors. Into an extreme unknown," he says.


tommyrot - May 09, 2008 6:12:32 am PDT #8441 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Well, for some unknown reason the maintenance folks removed the handles to the door to the mens restroom. Guys can push the door open to go in. But they can't get out without some outside assistance.

Huh. Sorta' like a Roach Hotel. Urinators go in, but don't come out.


sj - May 09, 2008 6:13:07 am PDT #8442 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

"Well, then I don't know why it hasn't been processed."

Whatever happened to the sentence that should follow this, "But let me find out for you."?

Update: She came back. She is now holding the paystubs, but she informed me that work study work doesn't fucking count as "work hours."

WTH? It would be nice if they had told you this ahead of time.


SuziQ - May 09, 2008 6:13:43 am PDT #8443 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I wonder if they set-up a spy-cam to catch the dorks who get stuck.


vw bug - May 09, 2008 6:16:03 am PDT #8444 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Ok. I was not awarded work study this year, so if they've been paying me out of work study, human resources fucked up. I'm on the phone with them now, and the woman is SO helpful. And I must sound really upset because her first questions was, "Honey, are you ok?"


vw bug - May 09, 2008 6:19:45 am PDT #8445 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Ok. It is NOT work study, and they will write MassHealth a letter saying such. God bless them.


Fred Pete - May 09, 2008 6:20:55 am PDT #8446 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

"Well, then I don't know why it hasn't been processed."

BZZZT!! Sorry, thank you for playing. The correct answer would have been, "Let me look that up, then." Also acceptable, "I'll look into it. May I have your telephone number so I can call you back when I find out?"


DCJensen - May 09, 2008 6:21:26 am PDT #8447 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Waitaminute. You worked, you got paid for work, it's work. Calling it "work Study" merely labels it indicating you got it through the school. It's still work.

She's an ass. Make her prove in writing somewhere that work study does not count. And then find out why.

Work study ≠ make-work.

After x-Post: Well, then, even better. Makes them more incompetent.