I trimmed Frankie's claws, cleared and cleaned the coffee table, put a basket by the front door for recycling, and started a load of laundry. Next I'll sort donations, hang my new calendars, and read a work document. Oh, and I need to preheat the oven to bake chicken.
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Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I just brute force locked myself out of my new webhost's control panel because I couldn't remember what I'd set the main account password as. Oops.
What, because Mormons have more wives, ie more women controlled by men?
Yep. More men dictating their women vote for the husband's candidate.
What, because Mormons have more wives, ie more women controlled by men?
No, not every Mormon, every Morman, the countless members of the deformed underground race of Mormen. They work ceaselessly away from the scrutiny of decent Americans and the harsh glare of the sun to plunge the surface world into eternal darkness and grant women the vote.
Morman, the countless members of the deformed underground race of Mormen
Wait, I think I saw them at the supermarket yesterday. That explains it.
Someone next to me on the bus this morning stank horribly of urine.
My job evaporates on Feb 3, and they still haven't rehired me. Someone is coming to talk to me about it in a few minutes, and I'm very worried the news is going to be bad. Or they'll try to paper over the time with contracting or something.
ARGH.
Are my diamond shoes too tight? Possibly.
But I could have done without the urine.
I can't believe it. They fucked it up. They used the wrong job description for the announcement I applied to, which means they have to reannounce it and it has to be open for two weeks and that means if they don't reannounced it by Monday I will absolutely be out of work between the end of this position and the beginning of the next.
Unbelievable.
I need alcohol.
that SUCKS. Seems like they need to reannounce TODAY
Oh, hell, Consuela. I have lots of alcohol, as you know, if you want to come over and drown yourself in it. I mean, not to death. Just to happy. A happy drown.
From now on all job announcements must be ended with "No takebacks!"