The thought that keeps running through my head is "Three scientists, and Howard. Three scientists, and Howard. Three scientists, and Howard."

You realize there are Buffistas counting their pennies right now. The thing is, they want to make sure they can watch you drinking wine in the tub, because...they're Buffistas.

Oh, yeah, it was total dreamy ooh-la-la I wish! kinda musing, Cindy. Like Buffista Island.

Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.

Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.

Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.

I AM NOT CONVINCING MYSELF, HERE. Help meeeeee.

(Yes, I'm waiting for email about the possible job interview.)

::twitch twitch::

I think we're all guilty of that. I know I have few pennies to throw around right now, but I like talking about all the things I would do, if I could do them. Heck, I even price airline tickets every now and then and sigh a lot. But it makes me happy, in an odd way, to know that even if I can't afford it, I would be welcome with open arms at any time to actually do it.

::offers Jilli chocolate tea and dark chocolate skulls::

Jilli! Go look at kittens!

Extra special hell for the Citizens United judges.

So we did get pulled off the site (duh) and went to another site, and Someone up the chain threw a completely irrational hissy fit. Whatevs, yo.

Ugg. Bad day. Shit flying. Too much to do. And body not behaving. Doesn't help that the rain/cold has finally arrived that they have been talking about for a week now, and I am dressed for not rain/cold, and being the wuss that I am... well.. not helping. Uggg. Stress. Hate it. Blargh.

(no hairpats needed... just venting)

Gah, my supervisor has said "I need your measurable goals for these subjective categories." I said, "But how do you measure the subjective? How do we measure my effort in getting other people to not do things?" He grins: "Well, I guess I'm inviting you to come up with a way for me to measure it."

IE, I have no clue in hell, come up with a way for me.

All writing my own goals feels like is "Outline all the ways you can fail so we can fire you, and make the noose pretty, after all, you'll have to wear it."

I'm trying to think "Decide what you can reasonable do and write that down," but explicitly stating goals only feels like I'm inviting the universe to come up with a way to thwart me. Like I only have a chance of surviving if I don't give the universe a chance to draw bead on me.

And slapping the smarmy grin off your twenty-years-young male supervisor only gets you fired.

Make your metric something only you can measure. So you get to grade yourself. "Did I meet this goal? Yes I did." If your supervisor does not like what you come up with, invite him to suggest something better.