please someone tell me not to resign today
::is silent::
shrift, that sucks. May you find a job that appreciates you and pays you as you deserve.
We are back from the zoo. I'm exhausted and the first person who asks me what's for dinner might die. Or I might hand him/her the phone and the yellow pages.
Timelies all!
I'm sorry about your job, shrift.
OH COLIN FIRTH'S WIFE NO
I think Pacman is eating her breasts.
It's so horrible. And you know she's thinking "You might hate my dress, but I'm fucking Colin Firth and you're not."
I think my Apple TV just died and I can't justify replacing it. I can't bend my left knee past close to 90 degrees and I can't straighten it. I have a migraine and I can't take the anger-making meds again because I can't feel that way again soon without a complete meltdown.
No, I didn't get laid off and my company isn't fucking with me (though I do have a co-worker who's unintentionally making it look, again, like I'm messing up), but I don't like today, and I'd really like the weekend I never got.
Okay. I forgot that I updated my resume to apply for that Playboy job, so I actually don't have to update it unless I need to tweak it for various positions.
I am still getting the bonus for which I have been writing all the technical documentation, and that probably will be much more than any severance they might have offered. So there's that.
I already have a line on a few positions at a university thanks to roommate, and I need to call a guy at 5.
Also, there are open positions at Google. We shall see.
Like, Google right here? Go Google, choose Google!
Mrs. Firth totally wins, yellow sequin PacMan boobie-eating sack dress and all. Look how pleased he looks to be in her company, even in that horrid outfit!
Sox, I am so sorry. Those people sound six steps past crazymaking.
And {{{Sue and Pico}}}
shrift, may your next job be with people who wouldn't even think of putting you in the basement!