I remain impressed you haven't trashed her office while screaming your head off. Lordy.

She doesn't work for me, so I can't do anything about her. Frankly, I'm not sure who she works for. I can't discipline her, or even assign her work, although I do pass projects to her.

Happily, the new boss has announced a staff meeting this week (first one ever!) to talk about, among other things, "work management".

Any thoughts on whether you're going to apply at your friend's company, Consuela?

I'm gonna wait until October--the HR folks here are going to try one last time to bring me on. If it doesn't work, then yeah, I'll be talking to M again.

Pity, though: I would lose my alternate Fridays off, which I really love. It's not the only reason to stay, but it's a really good one.

The last time I had the full-out "treat women like queens" experience was in this hard-core old-world Italian restaurant in the theater district.

The last time I had that sort of experience was a hard-core old-world Italian place in Vegas. My menu didn't have any prices on it. The grandfatherly Italian maitre de thought I was just precious.

I have almost gotten into arguments on the bus with men who've insisted on giving me their seat. A) If I'm going to be squished if I sit, I'd really rather stand. B) I hate sitting sideways, and sometimes it makes me bus sick. Why can't my "No thank you." be enough? Sometimes I sit down just because I feel like I'm about to be rude to someone who's being polite.

My CIO doesn't like Bob Marley and the Wailers. I judge.

And I judge you too, if you don't. It's a thing.

There are people who don't like Bob Marley?

Not in my world, no.

Allyson, it occurs to me that women have always been imprisoned, wounded, and killed in wars.

Not to mention raped. Lots of rape goes on with war.

so I can't do anything about her

Yes you can. Nothing legal, but there are WAYS.

Redemption Song is my Go To on days when I need to remember the FPC.