Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My professional opinion is that it's definitely a lot.
Oh, good. And that didn't even include a bunch of stuff that I need to add later.
And no leaving early. Now have project I must finish by Friday afternoon in order to get full bonus.
Money money money.
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I fantasize about what my job would be like if I had ita as a project manager, shrift as a writer, and Plei as the content build queen
That's so sweet! Sometimes I fantasize about what my job would be like if I had people on it who'd do their jobs, but I need to stop dreaming small, and dream Buffista. (Can you imagine I was made to look bad in front of my boss because a co-worker didn't collect his requirements because I had only asked him to do it?)
I fantasize about what my job would be like
I, in turn, fantasize about what your documentation would be like. A little judiciously distributed buffistaness might solve the RTFM problem outright.
Perhaps the best cake ever.
Damn. DAMN. I was all set for, "surely it's not as cool as the TARDIS cake I saw t'other day", but... damn.
(Can you imagine I was made to look bad in front of my boss because a co-worker didn't collect his requirements because I had only asked him to do it?)
I ... wow. I would have taken the co-worker aside for a Very Icy Talk afterward.
I fantasize about being obscenely rich and not working. t /not helpful
ION, my building is giving out ice cream bars today, but I feel overly full from lunch and so didn't get one.
Lunch was odd, a friend has reached the end of her rope and feels overwhelmed with life in New York. Only odd in that she is FROM NYC and only ever lived here. My bet is that she moves within the year. Seems to be a lot of that going on with my friends around my age.
I fantasize about being obscenely rich and not working.
Well sure, that's my standard stuck-in-a-meeting fantasy.
All the bosses are gone from my office, possibly for the rest of the week? But yet I'm still supposed to do my work! WTF is up with that?
Yes, that is a lot. If one of my writers sent me a 77 page document to edit, I would stare unbelievingly at the monitor.
It's a "instructions for how to do this very complicated stuff if the two people in the entire company who know how to do them get hit by a bus" document.
Well sure, that's my standard stuck-in-a-meeting fantasy.
Mine is for the Gentlemen to show up, quiet everyone down, and perhaps start the count around the table so that I'm the eighth or subsequent person.