Polar bears!
Who says they far exceed expectations? Seriously? Anyone? IDGI.
I, um, came very close to saying that.
My new very demanding boss apparently has this process where after you turn in your self-eval, she wants you to walk her through why you said what you said before she adds her comments. Meep. And then she asked how I would score myself on our scale. And yeah, I pretty much went there.
And then she said I was being a little harsher than she was.
I rated myself far exceeding expectations of two of my goals this year.
Not that it mattered.
Polish box with Kat was fun, and I offloaded more than I added, which was good. Relatedly, thanks Cass!
I think there are two independent bookstores in Kansas City, but one is specifically a children's bookstore. So there's one general purpose one. Unfortunately, it's a pretty long drive to get there.
There's a kids bookstore in downtown Lee's Summit.
I think the last time I was caught up in Natter was mid-December. I'm bummed that I missed the grey vs. gray discussion. I've always thought of gray as hard and cold like gunmetal and grey as soft like a kitten, so I guess I agree with this:
Grey is alive, like fog, or silvery fur, or tree bark, or the Elven cloaks in LotR. Gray is flat, inert, like paint on a wall, or paper, or concrete.
Matilda, watching Gandalf face down the Balrog in the Mines of Moria: Oh, I wish Hermione was in this movie!
I don't think I can get exceeds expectations unless I do something like invent the internet. Not that I'm complaining, mind, but now I understand why people would get mad at me when teachers graded on a curve.
And now I am to bed.
I was pretty much told I should put some Exceeds Expectations on my self evaluation. I'm not sure how I'm going to do that this year though.
Jesse, this needs to be on Good Things [link]
Who doesn't need a nude goddess lamp
My parents totally had that lamp. While I got the novelty of oil! coursing around a lamp! It turned out to be a really bad idea during dry dusty months. An absolute pain in the butt to clean. Plus, a weird, grindy aquarium filter noise all the time the thing was on. The cats loved to stick their paws in it and then track the oil all over the house.
Good times...bad taste.
Which was ironic, considering my stepmother used to judge others thusly, "Her taste is all in her mouth."
Oh, I wish Hermione was in this movie!
I can just imagine the eyeroll and the exasperated "Boys!"