Kids today! I put out an ad for a graduate student assistant (since the motherfuckers won't hire anyone permanent for me). The ad said something to the effect of "looking for an organized, focused, detail oriented, graduate student to assist me in my office. 10-15 hours per week and would consist mostly of general office work (filing, typing, data entry, etc.) the hours are flexible"
I get a response "I certainly could use a stress-free job two days a week (T,W or TH) while completing my dissertation this semester. "
What part of office job says "stress free"? And even if you thought that, why would you say it!
Steph,
I came in here because of a misplaced Joe the Plumber discussion.
There was an article I read in August sometime from a woman whose allergies were so bad that she lost her sense of smell. She was going to have some invasive surgery on her sinuses to clear her head, but she decided against it - I cannot remember why.
She traveled for a bit to the east coast (she was living in California at the time) and after being there for a few days, she noticed her sense of smell came back. So she now makes it a point to spend some time outside of California during the really bad allergy season so she can taste food again (!)
Steph, maybe you need to vacation and go some place different so your head can clear up?
Happy birthday, d!
On the bright side, I've seen our lovely Nilly lecturing today about the Buffyverse in the biggest local SF&F convention, ICon. It was awesome.
I was going to say, "I can't believe Nilly didn't tell us about this," but, no, really, I can believe it. Of all the giant-brained delightful geniuses I know (which is actually rather a lot, when I really consider all the people I know), Nilly is the most modest and self-effacing and aw-shucks-it's-nothing.
What part of office job says "stress free"? And even if you thought that, why would you say it!
"Next!"
Jeez-- brainmeats hurting...
I'm also dealing with our rampantly incompetent graphics department. My sort of uncle (aunt's husband's brother) works there, so I try to throw them a bone once in a while. First, they sat on the project. Then, we had to go back and forth SEVERAL times because the woman was an idiot. Approve final design Then, I get a totally new design from someone else, C, apparently because the design "wasn't representative of the university". New design is ugly and completely misses the point of what I want.
Talk to C, he insults my taste, we agree to start again. Sends me to a new designer, J (after trying to send me back to the idiot, but I pointed out that if she didn't know what was appropriate before how is she going to know now). J promises design by COB Wednesday. Call this morning, J promises Noon today. Call again, he promises 15 minutes.
NO WONDER NO ONE USES YOU. YOU ARE DISORGANIZED AND YOU DON'T MEET DEADLINES!!!!
eta: Side note to Not!Helpdesk - telling me to restart my computer does not mean that you have closed the ticket. Until I call you and tell you it worked, that ticket is open, asshole!
Oooh, Vortex-- Look! Trench coat! Long trench coat! On sale!
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Barb, that's kinda fab. and on sale! hmmmmmm
I dunno, from the perspective of someone writing a dissertation, a little typing and filing might sound remarkably stress-free. Not that you should SAY that in a job application.
Barb, that's kinda fab. and on sale! hmmmmmm
If it wasn't for the fact that a) low calf-length makes me take on the proportions of a hobbit and b) I already have more coats than anyone living in Florida needs, I'd so be on that like white on rice.
sj, sorry I missed your Q... my tagline is from Veronica Mars. Keith says it to [Laura San Giacomo's character] after a film festival.
