Our weather is lovely again today. I would like to be hanging out there, but despite my intention to take the laptop out on the deck, all my work today seems to involve actual paper. Like hundreds of receipts. Which is probably not a good idea outside, what with the wind and all.
So, database people. How do you handle post-titles? Like Junior, or III? Especially if you have a first name field that stupidly has to contain two people's names. Like Sam & Jennifer. Except that Sam is a II and obviously, Jennifer is not.
Also do only guys have stuff like that? Do we just never name girls entirely after their mothers?
I get annoyed at my superbly heteronormative database on a regular basis. But it doesn't even do particularly well with married relationships. Let alone women with their own last name. Let alone gay couples.
Yeah, I wasn't mad at the babysitter over that, I just warned her that he is lying a lot right now, so not to worry about calling me to check on things. Also, he is not to buy anything for a while.
Reminds me, I need to change my ATM PIN because he knows that and that could be momumentally bad.
How do you handle post-titles?
title, given name, initials, surname, generation.
On the plus side, that kid is now an elected official!
Plus side, in that you're proud to have provided an early chance for him to practice his rhetorical skills? Or more like you weren't the only one to get suckered?
Also do only guys have stuff like that? Do we just never name girls entirely after their mothers?
I know I've seen women referred to as "Jr." but am not sure if it's a formal part of their name. Carolina Hererra comes to mind, for some random reason.
Plus side, in that you're proud to have provided an early chance for him to practice his rhetorical skills? Or more like you weren't the only one to get suckered?
Heh. Plus side in that he's now a respected member of society, and lying to me wasn't the start of a life of crime.
That is AWESOME Jessica. I just reviewed children's science books for Cocktail Party Physics. No one cared. Boo.
Won't really know about the procedure outcome for a while. Right now it's "hurt like a bitch" time and I can't really turn my head. Then it will devolve into there being no comfortable positions.
Are you home at least, ita?
Sara just brought me Twizzlers. I wish I could just plow through the bag and call it dinner.
Y'all, a hummingbird somehow got into my kitchen while I was out. it was buzzing at the window when I got home like an enormous wasp. Crazy! Eventually got it to go out the front door.
