Unnerving thing to hear: "Something we have to consider when writing the job description for someone doing this work... [that I am currently and have been doing for over two years]"
What does that even mean???
'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Unnerving thing to hear: "Something we have to consider when writing the job description for someone doing this work... [that I am currently and have been doing for over two years]"
What does that even mean???
x-posted with Natter:
Ok, which LAistas are going to come here with me: Villains' Tavern? Steampunk Victorian bar! The owner said it's what would happen if Jimi Hendrix and Jack the Ripper opened a bar in the 1860s. Awesome.
Better yet, which Buffistas want to come VISIT and go with me?
Coffee:
Aims, can you ask?
Steampunk Victorian bar! The owner said it's what would happen if Jimi Hendrix and Jack the Ripper opened a bar in the 1860s.
I WANT TO GO TO THERE.
There was supposed to be a steampunk bar opening in Brooklyn, but it seems to have fallen through.
Purple! Because it's the only place in Seattle I know!
Hee! I do enjoy it--I went there with an ex-coworker who was in town! But I'm not sure how well this date will go, and it might be a little higher priced than I want.
Bastille, hmmm, Jilli? I will check it out
Pix - I could but ... I'm on the internets an awful lot. I could get fired, who knows. I hope not. But I could. And I don't know that I want the answer to that.
Gotcha. Maybe give yourself a schedule for when you're allowed interweb breaks? That's what I do at school, and it has made a huge difference in my productivity.
Better yet, which Buffistas want to come VISIT and go with me?
If I had the budget for a weekend trip, I would come down as soon as possible.
Okay, creepy jockey guy just poked his head into the room I'm in and said, "Hey, do you know [ND's niece's first name, pronounced incorrectly]'s last name?"
Um. Yes. She's my niece. He was on the phone talking to someone, and since I know niece is helping him to sell his horse, I gave it to him. But seriously, WHO IS THIS GUY? Why does he not think it's weird to be in someone else's house asking personal questions?