You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?  

[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.


Shir - Aug 30, 2010 9:48:24 am PDT #645 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

Huh? I don't understand. What does he want from you?


Stephanie - Aug 30, 2010 9:55:48 am PDT #646 of 30000
Trust my rage

Yeah, I don't get it either. Instead of me going to see the client in jail to find out a client's exact criminal history, he wants me to do twice the prep work to prepare one packet with convictions A, B, and C. and another without. Of course, he is totally overlooking the fact that there are more options than that. Like, it could be yes to A and C, but no to B, or whatever.

I get that it is his firm but I don't get whay he seems t have so little trust in me. Although I am looking for a new job, but I don't think he knows that.


Vortex - Aug 30, 2010 9:58:17 am PDT #647 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Okay, I just realized that I completely spaced and did not send a thank you note for my interview a few weeks ago. Should I send it now or just call to follow up?


Stephanie - Aug 30, 2010 10:00:58 am PDT #648 of 30000
Trust my rage

I think calling would be best, although I might want to mail it and thus avoid having to talk to anyone about it. Maybe they will think the mail was slow?


smonster - Aug 30, 2010 10:03:17 am PDT #649 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Found the Idiot's Guide and am reading. Oy.

Thank you notes. Right. Gonna need to do a few of those. Hmm... should maybe buy some notecards.


Sparky1 - Aug 30, 2010 10:03:37 am PDT #650 of 30000
Librarian Warlord

Vortex, I think I'd call at this point. You're good at it and it means that they have to give you an answer about where they are in the process. If you email/mail then they can ignore you.


Shir - Aug 30, 2010 10:03:46 am PDT #651 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

I don't understand your boss, Stephanie, but I'm really not the one to ask about American office etiquette (sending thank you notes after interviews, for example, is sci-fi scenario in Israel). However, if you have someone else in the office to speak with, I'd ask them for their opinion, if I were you (while following the boss' instructions).

But it might be better not to listen to me on this one and leave it in the trusty hands of Bitches.


Vortex - Aug 30, 2010 10:05:52 am PDT #652 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

LiveBlog of Glenn Beck's event this weekend from Stinque.


Stephanie - Aug 30, 2010 10:12:25 am PDT #653 of 30000
Trust my rage

The truth is that I'm just annoyed and ready to leave this place. So I'm not bothering to confront him about anything, lest my desire to leave become too apparent.

I've actually mentioned this to my co-workers, but they have no real advice for me.


amyth - Aug 30, 2010 10:32:16 am PDT #654 of 30000
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen

~ma for Max.

Yay for Kate P.!

I'm supposed to upload stuff to our blackboard site for a class that meets tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. for the first time, but I'm paralyzed with not caring. Also, my other two co-instructors haven't uploaded anything either, so I think it's catching. We're going to be a lively bunch tomorrow.

On the not-caring, see also: vacuuming, composting, dusting, putting together TV stand, clearing off TiVo, paying bills, putting away laundry, putting clean sheets on the guest bed. I appear to be having some sort of minor breakdown that involves staring into space a lot (work version) and updating my delicious links obsessively (home version). I need to turn back into the old neurotic me soon, otherwise I'm not going to recognize myself.