I don't think the Rookie tour's made it to LA yet, Allyson.
I'm seeing Neko Case tomorrow night, Spiderman matinee on Sunday. Tonight I'm going to see a dance performance by a troupe a friend is in, if I can motivate to leave the house.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I don't think the Rookie tour's made it to LA yet, Allyson.
I'm seeing Neko Case tomorrow night, Spiderman matinee on Sunday. Tonight I'm going to see a dance performance by a troupe a friend is in, if I can motivate to leave the house.
Weekend plans: I'll be driving down to DC, for the sign language course I'm taking that starts Monday.
I am thinking of making a job of commenting on articles in the Jamaica Observer. Except--I think they're censoring me--my Post button is greyed out. I feel quite systematically oppressed right now.
This morning was difficult for a number of reasons. I felt a strong urge to wear my Superman belt buckle and my pearls-on-tulle necklace, and I don't own a top that can pull those together. I went with the pearls, but given the t whisper meeting t /whisper maybe I needed superpowers.
And, dammit, if I'd had half an idea, I'd have brought a chocolate bar from home. I'll have to make do with crap from vending machine...
I don't think the Rookie tour's made it to LA yet, Allyson.
Oh, excellent! I have time to bring muffins.
Sorry to hear about the bullshit, ita.
I think I have the BEST weekend plans of all the buffistas:
I am packing this weekend. And shredding.
Beat THAT.
how many managers do you have to report to?
In theory, one. Someone else was expecting to learn of information, but nowhere in my responsibility am I actually tasked with telling him. So...gap, and not mine. I am hoping that when he calmed down he realised this, because it would have been...gauche of me to point it out.
Oh, excellent! I have time to bring muffins.
I kind of want to bring her a blueberry bagel just to hear her go off.
Curtis Luciani writes the response to Tosh that I've been trying to come up with. [link] I never really got past "Castration jokes are hilarious! (still think its funny?)"
The thought of a blueberry bagel where the berries spell out FUCKOS is making me happy.
Oh ita !, I see. That is a tough situation for you and I hate that you were brought to tears in front of the guy.
My weekend: gardening, a bit of work, brunch with some local awesome people on Sunday at the Ferry building.
And trying to untie the knots in my stomach that are a result of getting an incredible offer to join a company full time - but they're in frelling Palo Alto and I just can't do the commute. The Chief Medical Officer whom I loved at my old job (who quit last summer and was replaced by the Chief Cretin AKA my nemesis and the main reason I quit in January) is trying to woo me to his new company. A big, international company. I literally haven't even set foot there and he's laid out salary, big office, 2 days of telecommuting, etc in an email to me. And....I just can't deal with that commute for even 3 days a week. The decision-making is eating my insides up. I am loving consulting but I really miss directing a team (it's the main thing I miss) because I love being a manager and am good at it. I'd have a group of 10 reports. Incredibly appealing. But yesterday, on my way back from a client in Cupertino, I timed the commute. It's 45 minutes with NO traffic. I just can't deal. But I am still weighing it. It's too good a deal to just down cold.