javachik, I can't remember if I said it already, but best of luck in finding a new job where you are happier.
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.
Oh thanks! That's sweet.
I am mix of emotions about the entire thing.
Understandably!
Thanks, everyone. I didn't mean to disappear. The proposal from hell is still not finished and I needed to work on that. Finally left the office at 9 pm.
javachik, yeah it's ridiculous, but there's a lot about my place of employment that's ridiculous. I can't even begin to explain. I'm four months in and I want out. I hope you find yourself in a better place soon.
but there's a lot about my place of employment that's ridiculous.
I feel you!!
I'm sorry Marie
good luck javachick, whichever way the chips fall
that cats prefer me to be sober, I don't randomly grab them and hug them quite as much
Maria, I'm really sorry about all the stress.
And, a leftover of discussion from last night:
How can Shir's parents be my sister?
Ah, it's all in the werellama-Irish-Jewish-Buffista family.
Erin "Goodbye and Good Riddance 2010: Don't Let the Door Hit Ya..." Mar 6, 2011 8:59:01 pm PST (starting here: Shir "Goodbye and Good Riddance 2010: Don't Let the Door Hit Ya..." Mar 6, 2011 7:45:37 am PST )
javachik, lots of ~ma for getting either the right brilliant new job or the right brilliant inducement-to-stay package.
Maria, I'm sorry yesterday hit so high on the suckitude meter.
I wanna be a werellama when I grow up. I'd be like Oz, only with even more hair.
ETA: Oooh, numberslut.
Also, I love having Shir and Seska around. I miss you both when you are up to your ears in alligators and can't be here. Or crocodiles, as the case may be.
I had a Blue Screen this morning...it was kind of like a Mick Belker moment..."Don't die on me, hairball(poor Mick always got stuck watching folks bleed out on the sidewalk all over Chicagodelphia.) But the computer seems okay now. Which is good...that would be a Fay Furillo moment. And I don't have a guilty, ex-drunk, ex-hubs to turn to when I start wigging.