And Plei a buyer for their house. Or awesome renters. House~ma in the other direction, basically.
Mos' def, Universe. Listen to the Cass, for she is wise.
Also, e_o, because she is so right about short sales. The house across the street from us in Jacksonville is a short sale and was on the market for at least eight months longer than ours, when we put ours up for sale. Their house is about three hundred square feet larger than ours, has a pool and spa, which we didn't have, they'd lowered the price several times, and apparently had an offer at one point, yet we sold ours and theirs is still on the market.
Which, actually, reminds me, the new owners took possession of the Jacksonville house today-- we no longer have two houses! WOOT.
(Dear Universe, just a little First World Request, but if we EVER have to have two houses again, can one be a vacation cottage? Preferably on Buffista Island? Ta ever so.)
JZ, there is a 3-year-old girl downstairs that Matilda needs to meet. I think they would be incredibly entertaining together.
I see a logical solution here. the Miracleborns move to seattle and rent Plei's house.
YES, THIS IS AN AWESOME PLAN.
Nature trips: swans, eagles, tulips! Okay, an hour out of Seattle, but close enough.
Give our Miracleborns some house~ma and our ZMayhems some car ~ma.
Maybe they can all live in a house-car!
Or drive a car-house!
But they're gonna get some hop-ons.
omnis, I don't suppose you could just take your personal days and floating holidays (and even sick days if you really wanted to push it) and not work some of the time until you officially leave? r make your oficial quitting day later and get more paychecks?
Apparently, once you give notice you can no longer ask or be approved for any time off. There are so many things I like about this job, and will miss. But this is leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Now I kinda want to have short timers syndrome. I worked holidays bitches! WTF?!
:: breathe ::
Ya, too bad there is too much shit flying around, otherwise I'd just skate by these last few weeks. grrr.
Today, my advisor responded to an email promptly, was early for a meeting, and had talked to a few people about being on my defense committee. And when I couldn't remember something about my research, he told me that it's OK, I'm not expected to remember everything, and to try not to let myself get too stressed.
we have secretly substituted Hil's advisor with a body double, opposite personality person. Let's see if she notices.
Quick! Send him a ton of questions while he is in the answering mood!
Apparently, once you give notice you can no longer ask or be approved for any time off. There are so many things I like about this job, and will miss. But this is leaving a bad taste in my mouth.
I think that's pretty usual. At least, it seems to have been the case with a handful of friends.
My advisor has also grown a beard. I'm suspicious.
