Terriers rule! Mine's getting old, but if somebody messed with me, all I'd have to do is tell the cops to follow the blood trail from his ankles(she's a Jack Russell...she's short but relentless.)
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Muffy, who died fending off a PACK OF WILD DOGS when I was a toddler.
Muffy the Feral Slayer! She saved the Erin. A lot.
Muffy the Feral Slayer! She saved the Erin. A lot.
OMG, I am tearing up a little at this. *sniff*
Sass was our dog from 86 to...2005? She was pretty mellow, but one time, (at band camp), no, during summer vaca when my little sister and I were teens, we were sleeping in and my mmo was out of the house, and my grandpa came by, came in the house. He was going to sneak in and wake us up.
Sass knew him, of course, but none of Her People were awake to give the ok, so she stood between Grandpa and the bedrooms in the dining room, and was all like "I'm not attacking you, but you can't come any further." And she was a pretty laissez-faire Scot, but Gramps was all "Hmm. Nope. Better not!"
Now I have that terrier song from "Best of Show" as an earworm. Thanks, brain.
(Scots were bred to hunt badgers --fucking BADGERS -- in their dens. They are bad-ass little dogs. Mom and dad's current Scot, Shadow is 35 lbs, which is LARGE for a female Scot, and it is pure muscle. And she is fast as fuck. Scots' jaws have the gripping strength of a German Shepards'.)
Stood up against sexism on facebook...that oughta last for a second and a half. But it feels good to not let it slide and laugh uncomfortably.
So I can deal with Dean's issues sooner than I thought.
I was released from my temp assignment. I was too far behind in the training and making too many mistakes. I was never explicitly told, "you should be at X point but you're at Y point". I knew I was having problems with certain things but I didn't think it was that bad. Of course I never actually asked "am I on track with my training?"
I'm feeling a little humiliated, and a little ashamed and stressed out. And a little bit like a failure. But now I'm goign to go put the emergency vet's address in GPS and go deal with Dean.
The temp agency does have a job for me for tomorrow, and then Tuesday-Friday and after that they aren't sure.
One the other hand I think I know now that if the job description primarily deals with lots of numbers and any kind of accounting I should not take it.
Ugh, askye- I'm so sorry. What a disappointment. Don't beat yourself up though- sounds like it probably wasn't a good fit for you and what you're comfortable with. I hope the next assignment turns out to be super awesome to make up for this.
One the other hand I think I know now that if the job description primarily deals with lots of numbers and any kind of accounting I should not take it.
FWIW, askye, I was a miserable failure at my one temp job that required a lot of accounting. I thought general math and Excel skills would be enough, but it wasn't.
I'm sorry about the job, askye. I hope they'll be able to find you another one that's a better fit soon.
Some of it wasn't the actual processes that had to be run, but stuff like the CS people did things with certain exceptions and trying to remember all the exceptions was hard. And also if I started something, then was unsure, if I made a mistake it usually wasn't something that could be "undone" but had to be fixed by someone else.
I should have realized, but I guess that was the main point - I thought I was doing good but I wasn't and I was kinda clueless that I wasn't.
but stuff like the CS people did things with certain exceptions and trying to remember all the exceptions was hard.
Yeah. Any system that has to accommodate a lot of exceptions is always going to be tough to pick up (cf., The English Language, the HR database at a law firm, et al.)