{{ND & Kristin}}

They know damn well that it's your personal email and you wouldn't answer a work email.

This is what was frustrating me. They've been giving me a bunch of of "we're concerned that you won't be able to stick to part time" talks - and yes, 'see problem, solve problem; figure out hours later' is my work style. But darnit, this isn't helping... and my boss is just doing what is convenient and immediate. Also darnit - I'm the one who showed her how to use gchat. After what happened with them while I was on vacation a couple weeks ago, I want to go invisible there and in ichat. But I'm using those channels for (openly supported by work) freelancing, and personal use. I also have to keep channels open on days off in case there really is an emergency. Mostly, it's ok - my minion can distinguish between real issues, can-wait problems, and just-plain-ego-driven-demands - as long as they don't just go around her. I'm going completely offline with them for five days in a couple weeks and they'll have to deal with that. We'll see how well.

My frustration comes from being on-call for my boss forever, and now that I'm starting to step beyond that role, it feels like she's following me, even as she's encouraging me to do it. That, plus a long day and the usual crazy at work brought the rant.

Thank you (and DH too) so much for listening and supporting me - I felt like I'd lost all perspective.

And geez, what was their mom thinking when she named them Carrie and Sherrie???

oi.

Went to trivia. Won again! Woot! Got vaguely accused of cheating?? WTF? Was no possible way we could've even looked like we were cheating. Very odd. Woman did not stick around and back it up or anything, but we were left feeling creeped out and annoyed.

See, this is why I quit going to trivia nights. Someone always brought the hyper-competitive.

I'm going completely offline with them for five days in a couple weeks and they'll have to deal with that. We'll see how well.

I think they'll be fine. I'm betting they continue to reach out and touch you because they can, and it's easier than solving the problem themselves, or finding a workaround, or actually spending the time to figure out whether it's a world-ending problem or not.

So, the attorney suggested a solution where we get half the month's rent back and they waive the lease terms about professional cleaning. We responded that that would be fine, but we want our security deposit back as well. Have heard nothing.

We headed over to the TH to clean it and get the trash out (there until 10:30 last night; I'm thinking about adding charges for emotional hardship for my son onto the bill) and lights inside were on. And the garage door was unlocked. And the porch lights were off. In short, they let themselves in yesterday.

Which would explain why the attorney was so confident we'd already moved out, even though there was no way she could've known that.

Whatever. I'm going to anonymously send the PM that Mormon calendar, since he's fundie Christian and everything.

My (nice) boss keeps threatening to get me a Blackberry because "it's not fair to ask you to use your personal phone for after-hours calls." Um, yeah. That's why I (a) don't pick up and (b) don't want a Blackberry!!

My (BIG) boss sent a work email to my Gmail account once while I was out of the office with a sick baby. A. World. Of. No.

Raq, that's really crazy.

I may be moving in a couple weeks, I found a place, the first place I toured just to get out there to see what it was like, and it's everything what I want and a bit more. I call the landlord today to see if it is still available and if I can sign a lease.

the one I really was flirting with lives in Denver

Too bad you don't know anyone who lives near Denver.

Everyone else in my new group has a blackberry and so far no one has noticed that I don't. I hope to keep it that way.

Whatever. I'm going to anonymously send the PM that Mormon calendar, since he's fundie Christian and everything.

...honey, I think you mis-spelled 'large dog turd. Containing a bomb'. A calendar full of hot boys is really not an appropriate punishment for this level of sheer shittiness.

...I kind of thing you guys should try to move back in to the place that you are still paying for. And embarrass the living fuck out of the rat bastards.

...honey, I think you mis-spelled 'large dog turd'.

Fay, you omitted 'flaming bag of..."

I did! I was more envisioning DHL special delivery, but I like that OldSkool notion too...

Whee! Our first digital pictures taken with our first digital camera are up. Some of them aren't so great, because we are still getting the hang of stuff and also I have a tendency to go for EXTREME CLOSEUP. The sunset pictures are a little Dali-esque, but I like this picture of Tom and me: [link] .

Oh, Nora, what a lovely picture! You two look so happy.