I survived another work week, hallelu.
Yay!
Congratulations on the job, meara! Good luck with the negotiations.
We have a new offer in. They have until dinner tomorrow night to get back to us.
There are no absolutes. No right and wrong. Haven't you learned anything working for the Powers? There are only choices.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
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.
sj - Feb 10, 2012 3:20:53 pm PST #7041 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Vortex - Feb 10, 2012 3:24:47 pm PST #7042 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
meara, all they can say is no. I negotiated for more money, and they gave some of what I asked for, plus another concession (which I later found out they would have paid for anyway, but it felt good at the time :) ) I was terrified, especially since I was out of work at the time, but I decided to go for it.
Calli - Feb 10, 2012 3:25:58 pm PST #7043 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Sounds like good things in the works for some Bitches. As it should be.
I just had my first real voice lesson. Now I'm totally self conscious about what my voice sounds like. In a good way. Sort of.
smonster - Feb 10, 2012 3:59:55 pm PST #7044 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Yay, voice lessons.
Well, my night just took a turn for the crappy - I can't find my wallet. I looked in all the logical places and several logically illogical ones (like the fridge) and it's nowhere to be found. I called Walmart, where I last used it this evening, and nope. No wallet of that description. FML. I guess it's time to check my bank account?
Also, I then discovered that at some point in the last few days, Frankie peed on my yoga mat as it leaned up against the wall. ::sigh::
Scrappy - Feb 10, 2012 4:02:15 pm PST #7045 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Wastebasket, near front door, coat pocket, in Walmart bag.
smonster - Feb 10, 2012 4:04:06 pm PST #7046 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
No, no, no, nope. Nor car, nor bathroom floor, nor fridge, nor any flat surface in my house...
Ginger - Feb 10, 2012 4:05:34 pm PST #7047 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Behind a piece of furniture you might have put it on? Between the car and the house?
smonster - Feb 10, 2012 4:07:18 pm PST #7048 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Will check around furniture and in large puddle in front of house.
smonster - Feb 10, 2012 4:25:25 pm PST #7049 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
FOUND. Thank goodness. Had fallen out of hoodie pocket and slipped between edge of seat and door frame. Phew.
Tom Scola - Feb 10, 2012 4:32:02 pm PST #7050 of 30001
hwæt
Yay, smonster.
Thanks, Epic and Beverly.