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.
Mal: Cut it out. Job's not done until we're back on Serenity. Zoe: Sorry, sir. Didn't mean to enjoy the moment.
'Ariel'
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.
smonster - Aug 30, 2010 10:03:17 am PDT #649 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
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.
Stephanie - Aug 30, 2010 10:47:36 am PDT #655 of 30000
Trust my rage
Also, while I'm bitching about my boss, I've just inherited one of his former files. It's about 3-4 inches of paperwork, none of which except the initial contract is hole-punched and filed. It's literally a stack of paper. WHY???
Strix - Aug 30, 2010 11:05:38 am PDT #656 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a letter to a friend upon the death of her husband, and it was something like "How much I wish I could be there with you, to just sit quietly for the space of a cup of tea."
sj - Aug 30, 2010 11:13:16 am PDT #657 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Facebook is suggesting I friend Jane Bennet, as in the character from Pride and Prejudice. Weird.
Shir - Aug 30, 2010 11:16:08 am PDT #658 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
It's about 3-4 inches of paperwork, none of which except the initial contract is hole-punched and filed. It's literally a stack of paper. WHY???
Ohh, fun!
No, not really. I mean, it is for me. I find sorting and monitoring spreadsheets with billions of data fun and zen. As long as it's other people's data, that is. But I see how it's not fun for other people.