Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
What it has to do with is having mechanisms where you are interacting with people who are outside of the White House in a meaningful way. And I've got to look for every opportunity to do that--ways that aren't scripted, ways that aren't controlled, ways where, you know, people aren't just complimenting you or standing up when you enter into a room, ways of staying grounded.
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one of us! one of us!
My maternal grandmother had a son named Curtis who died as an infant.
My maternal grandmother had two sons named Gerald. One who died as a toddler, and his namesake who died in his thirties. So my grandmother told my mother not to name any children Gerald, "Because they will just die on you." My brother's middle name is Gerard, as a close tribute.
From Fabulon: What Not to Wear
WTF? And judging by the hair on the leg, that's a guy wearing those
(Some other Fabulon posts are NSFW.)
I just don't understand yelling at people in a office setting. We're all grownups. What good does it do?
And yet... remarkably... the person who yells is invariably someone who could can your ass if you pointed this out. You never hear about a file clerk or secretary who can't keep his or her fucking temper.
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I have a confession to make. I am not a 36 year old female librarian and mother of two adorable children. I am actually president-elect Barack Obama. I know my secret is safe with all of you.
I just don't understand yelling at people in a office setting. We're all grownups. What good does it do?
A guy was just by telling about one of their officemates back in the day. One day he punched the keyboard so hard, keys flew off and landed on other people. No one commented. Apparently, things went flying in that office a lot, and everyone would just hunker down and wait for it to blow over.
Now, I'll mutter imprecations at the screen, though I try not to swear too badly, and make threatening gestures at my computer but....hitting a desk so hard that the ball in the trackball pops out and rolls out the door? Seriously?
Haven't seen the sysadmin in an hour.
I have a confession to make. I am not a 36 year old female librarian and mother of two adorable children. I am actually president-elect Barack Obama. I know my secret is safe with all of you.
Well, to be honest, it was sort of obvious.
Yeah, I think we all called that one, "flea".