JZ, did you see on the Facebook that we have an exteremly random, small world connection???

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Don't phrase it as a benefit to yourself, phrase it as a benefit for the company. You're not colonizing a more unfortunate co-worker's space, you're occupying a space that would otherwise be vacant and thus look bad to anyone passing through the area.

I like the way you think. It was in the back of my mind, but not verbalized.

The strange thing is, the desk is literally outside of my bosses office and his boss office. But there isn't any other desk space anywhere else, and I really am sick of sharing a desk with others in the buzzy, noisy, dank, dark ugly basement of the theater. I camped out here my first 2 weeks until that person was hired. But now that he is fired... eh? Still formulating.

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Be strong. Don't engage. Don't waste your wit on the troll of the moment. Take it easy, one post at a time. Just let the assholes go. Here, have a puppy cam. You'll feel better.

Sighhh...

I do feel better. But you were too late. I already told somebody that I think he's going to end up 'ripped from the headlines'in an episode of Law & Order.

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I think it was Teppy who pimped the pumpkin granola from Trader Joe's? It is SO yum!

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If the members of My Chemical Romance start blogging about those puppies time and space will implode and all the world will become the internet.

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Well, I had The Talk with Mumsy-- flat out asked her "So, when you coming up for Christmas?" and listened to her hem and haw and finally say, "I don't know."

Which then prompted a lengthy conversation about my father beginning radiation treatments and she's not sure who's going to be able to take him if there are appointments on/around Christmas, blah, blah, blah.

(For those of you playing along with the home game, my parents have been BITTERLY divorced for thirty years. They reconnected earlier this year, just in time for dear old Dad to get cancer. My mother tends to preface conversations about him with "not that you care...")

So at any rate, the ball's in her court. There is no question that she's welcome/wanted here for the holiday. What she chooses to do from this point on is entirely up to her.

Thanks for the shoulders guys-- I'll try not to vent too much more. I even bore myself with this drama.

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Oh, and GC (and anyone else who loves the YA lit) there was apparently a story on YA in the Atlantic where the author of the piece declared that she "hated" YA novels, but extolled the Sparkly Vampires for "its careful treatment of sexuality and relationships."

It's over at mediabistro and Jason invites people to post/contact him with their opinions. [link]

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In her mind, she's got her second chance with the love of her life

Barb, please allow me to beat your mother over the head with not only her failed marriage (which really should be the giant honkin' cluestick she needs), but mine. And a few others I can think of.

{{{{Barb}}}}

Also, {{{{beth b & Matt}}}} I'm so sorry. Losing a pet is always so hard, and grieving is such an individual process.

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Ah, it's Caitlin Flanagan. That explains so much.

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Thanks j.

And yeah, amych? Do tell? Not familiar with her at all. After reading the essay, I can understand why.

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