Tara ,'Empty Places'
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.
By people who have interviewed with him or people who call bullshit on what he's asking for?
The latter. I was his 5th person in three years.
Where do the comments show up?
And, um, how does one make them? I'm sorely tempted to go looking for a current posting on my own ex-job and annotate it just a bit.
How about commenting here?
strawberry cheesecake
nom nom nom
Aims, your former boss is clearly on crack. Crack crack crack!
(((Jars & askye))) - I gather punctuation is in order, although I seem to have missed what happened. But all my brackets are belong to you.
Also, I vote silly movie.
Damn. I really wanted to watch 27 Dresses, but it's not On Demand or available for rental at iTunes. And the closest video rental is in the next neighborhood, and I'm already in my jammies.
The latter. I was his 5th person in three years.
This sounds like my first job out of college, from which I was fired after a year. I only then found out both from the person I replaced and from looking at job ads in the paper over the next few years that she (my boss) could not keep someone in that position for more than one year. Crap pay, schizophrenic woman whose moods would swing from hour to hour, and quite the boring job, too.
Yay, Aimee! That's fabulous! As for the douchenozzle's posting....I particularly loved "High Tolerance for ambiguity." WTF?
Yay askye on being key having!
Boo for Jars car booting, and sorry to hear about the fender-bender sj. Glad no one was hurt.
meara, I wish GILF and douchnozzle would have to deal with each other every day.
I'm done with work! Think I'll go eat worms get dinner.
{{d}} just because.
I think we should take what we've learned in Natter about callers from prisons and apply to Aims' boss.
In law school, I had an apartment one year that was above my landlord. His wife was an awful person who screamed and complained about us because she could hear us laughing (of course she could - after the first complaint we'd stand by the duct and laugh right down into it to make sure). When the landlord started showing the apartment, we put a sign up on the bulletin board in the kitchen that said, "DON'T DO IT" and he couldn't quite figure out why no one ever came back.