quote o' the day, by Glenn Beck:

How can the world not be laughing at us? We have all these resources. Why did we buy Alaska in the 1950s? We bought Alaska for the resources. And now we say no!

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In my nonprofit life, I've gotten exactly one annual raise.

My nonprofit put off performance reviews for 6 months. No performance review = no raise or no promotion (which would include a raise). Eh, it beats layoffs.

Oh, I am grateful, believe me.

He knows there's something fishy about upward/downward dog!

Yes, that's another danger.

Dogs, of course, want to help you do yoga because it looks like fun. Why would you put your face that close to the floor if you didn't want it licked, after all?

A funny picture of a dog sitting on another dog: [link]

(My first experience with Rt. 22, no left turns, and jughandles was my first night, after sunset, in the pouring rain, after a six hour drive. My hate was strong).

Juliebird, that was my EXACT first experience with NJ! Along with getting lost because I'd been told the wrong exit number. I lived there for 13 years. I learned that some parts of NJ are actually very nice. But I still hated it.

Congratulations, Doctor Nilly!

At least at the last non-profit, we got annual raises of 2.5%, or maybe .5%, but at least it was something.

And with the Evil Interim transitioning the new ED, I'm sure I'll look unworthy in New EDs eyes. Not that either of them know what I do or what a day is like. Even if they spent a day being my bitch, they still wouldn't know.

I cleaned my office, this one time, on a rainy day. Next thing I know the interim is giving me suggestions for future rainy days, because I did such a stellar job maximizing the space in the hort office. My rainy days are a precious precious thing, and even then, if it isn't flooding, I'm still out there playing catch-up.

The other bane is that, with the knowledge that we are too few staffed and no matter how many 80 day weeks we work, we will never do everything that needs doing, the hort department doesn't freak over it. Either freak 24/7 and drop dead of a heart attack or heat exhaustion, or stay chill and do what we can, realistically. We try to stay chill. This makes us look lazy, and our jobs unimportant.

It's a dog on dog world.

ETA in reference to tommy's link, not juiebird's job woes!

Where I live now in NJ it could be NH (like Bedford, rural but swanky with enough beautiful old farmhouses to keep me happy. Horse country. And the road I drive to work doesn't know what rush-hour is.)