So I am told that the organization is finally getting its shit together, and my permanent position will be announced for open competition within, erm. Unclear, actually. But it's been approved to be posted!

I am not home free, but I might possibly see the finish line from here.

And I have a box of Thin Mints.

God, Suela, I thought that part was actually done. How much longer do you have to put up with this shit?

Right now I'm a contractor hired through an Indian tribe. That was the short-term fix they came up with, but it took them a month to put it together, which is why I was out of work for the month of February (and not in the fun travel-to-hot-places way).

I'm hoping it'll be posted within a month, but he didn't actually say, and I forgot to ask. Still not psyched about where in the organization they're planning to put me, though. It's not a good fit for the program I run, but the manager I have been talking with claims that we don't have any say, all these decisions are being made far up the chain of command.

OMG, radiation hysteria talk by my desk.

"You know the half life of radioactive materials is *forever*, right? We're screwed."

Timelies all!

Turns out, practicing guitar when you haven't played in close to a year will result in blisters. How about that.

That's why I said attributed, David. It's difficult to tell where Dorothy Parker ends and the legend begins.

"You know the half life of radioactive materials is *forever*, right? We're screwed."

I don't think that word means what you think it means.

"You know the half life of radioactive materials is *forever*, right?

Apparently they've never quite grasped what "half life" means. They probably think it's light years long.

They probably think it's light years long.

Yeah, as opposed to a few parsecs.

ION, we may yet get a federal government shut-down. (Joy!)

And the wingnut right is unable to tell when someone is pulling their tail.