Things that have annoyed me today:
1. Student 1, I told you the process for ordering the item. You were to get the information, and give it to me so that the item could be ordered through the university system. This was made clear to you AND your mentor. Why did you come to me today and say that the company needed a credit card to pay for the item that you ordered after I told you how to do this? WE WENT OVER THIS.
2. Student 2, I told you that you could fax something from my office. It's fine that you didn't want to wait for it to be finished. You told me that you would come back or call at 4:30 or 5. It's almost 6. I am about to leave. I am not answering the phone so that I can wait for you to get here.
3. Friend, I am throwing you a baby shower. I am happy to do it, but I have a small apartment and it's adults only. Your niece, while adorable, is not an adult. She is not even an honorary adult, she is 7. Inviting her will piss off the other people who will be told not to bring their children. It is unfair. While it is your shower, please consider others' feelings. p.s. - this situation is in no way analagous to our mutual friend who invited her 10 year old stepdaughter-to-be to her bridal shower, please don't use that to justify this.
OK, talked to the broker. Preliminarily, I'm inclined to like him. My one concern is that I feel like we're relatively small-scale and middle class compared to most of his clientele. Like, I think he
understands
why I'm anxious to get a largish chunk of cash quickly so we can pay the debts and so on, but it's not the kind of thing he usually does. We're definitely on the same page WRT my priorities, which are "pay the debts first, because that's like getting a big raise, and then diversify what's left to protect our investment."
The vast, vast majority of investors these days are small-scale and middle-class. If those anxieties decide to come at you, look them straight in the eye and say "fuck that, he's working for us."
The other part -- priorities and comfortable fit -- sound like they're exactly where they should be.
Soo sleepy. Yet I can't nap. I tried.
Heh. I suspect my entire neighborhood now knows about CBD. My nosy 81-year-old Greek neighbor saw us kissing this morning, and apparently she's been asking everyone who walks by if they know who the boy that I was kissing is.
Oh, how I love a small neighborhood!
Looking through fun photos on Buffistas Flickr pool: Aims, I love your hair like this [link]
In fact, looking at that haircut, smonster's, and juliana's, I'm very tempted to go short and bangy...
vw, is that the neighbor who told you it was okay if you were gay?
Yes! That is the one. She's a hoot!
I'm very tempted to go short and bangy...
...okay, that took me a moment to translate, before I remembered that's what you folks call a fringe, and it wasn't some kind of hobbit porn thing.
Speaking of which - in
my
country "laying a table" involves tablecloth, napkins, cutlery and a marked absence of exposed genitalia. But whatever floats your boats.
(Seriously, though - I am BOGGLING at the story.)
Also, Laura's link to The Terrible Loom may give me nightmares.
