Now I'm trying to picture a Hobbit in high heels.
You haven't LIVED until you've seen a hobbit in heels. And a corset.
'Jaynestown'
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.
Now I'm trying to picture a Hobbit in high heels.
You haven't LIVED until you've seen a hobbit in heels. And a corset.
Now I know for sure--the CIO is 3 years older than me. I know that there comes a point where it's not about age-related seniority, and I really don't want to be a CIO, but...I do feel a bit inadequate thinking of the difference between what she's achieved and what I have at our relatively similar years.
Went for lunch with the other business analyst, manager, and boss yesterday. I think it was a deliberate morale move. I forget that my boss might expect to socially be my boss outside the office, but..NSM. I have conversation lines I won't cross, but my attitude is still pretty brassy.
My first boss there and I completely failed to click. Any time either of us tried to be funny, the other one would take it seriously and misinterpret and it would just be awkward and we could never have a conversation longer than 3 minutes about anything other than work. Boss now is from India, and he finds a lot of similarities between his expat experience and mine, despite the differences in culture. We talk a lot about random stuff. And he's also startled, but pleasantly, at the sort of humour I display at work (I think he's not used to poker face absurdity? If I say ridiculous things with conviction, I can almost always shock him into laughter. It's...too easy. But it means that after the whole "WHY IS NOTHING GOING RIGHT" meetings I can turn around and be remarkably honest to him, because we get along well, better than I get along with my manager, and although it's impolitic, there are things I'd rather tell him.
tl/dr; This all IT meeting better end soon, but then I have to work--I really should be on a sick day today, but that's impossible. But I just want to curl up and cry myself to sleep. This week has taken so much out of me.
I have been idly pondering the question of which way to wear a Wonder Woman logo bracelet, and I have decided that when you pose in bullet-deflecting stance with that fist up and elbow down, the logo should be right side up.
The guy with the "bomb" was shot last night, and died not long after. No word yet on whether he actually had a bomb. The man had been involved in several court cases and had been claiming the DEA was at his house and he was being harassed etc. Various pundits are assuming suicide by cop.
I have decided that when you pose in bullet-deflecting stance with that fist up and elbow down, the logo should be right side up.
And I have decided that when people kiss my hand they should be able to read the logo.
Priorities, priorities...
Good luck to DH, Cashmere!
I still think SF should be on the list, but it's not, so GO SEATTLE!
And I have decided that when people kiss my hand they should be able to read the logo.
Yeah, that's reasonable.
And now I'm sitting here with $12 worth of cupcakes at my desk. Damn.
THE HORROR!
I am currently cupcakeless.
I am distraught that TX is not on Cash's list thus far.
The recruiter is not done with him yet.
Thus far, his phone interview with the Boston firm (who, as it turns out, also had Seattle openings) went well. He has a phone interview with a different Seattle firm and another Boston company as well coming up. I'm encouraged by the number of openings out there.
I am about to lose my shit because of the ridiculousness of the fact that it does not seem that ANYWHERE within a reasonable drive from work offers turkey burgers. A grilled chicken sandwhich is NOT A BURGER. FFS.
My kingdom for a NYC diner, people.
I don't know if this approached ita levels of linkage but I certainly won't be able to unsee it.