It's 80° and I'm about to take public transit to go see the opening of a nearly 5 hour play in what is often a chilly theatre. Short sleeves or not? Also, my short sleeve option is a teal color that kind of brings out the green in the bruise on my bicep.

Long sleeve shirt that you can roll the sleeves up? Maybe bring an extra shirt?

The same thing basically happened to the SO, tommyrot, in terms of skills, but he successfully negotiated for a 50% raise. He had them, though, no one else could run the system except a consultant who was worth three times his salary. It was ridic, though. He asked for it as a starting point, to make the point about the job change. They took forever and then just said yes.

We were all, what do you mean, yes?

It let us pay off all our school and credit card debt at the time, and save for when we went into ministry making literally a tenth of what we were.

It's 80° and I'm about to take public transit to go see the opening of a nearly 5 hour play in what is often a chilly theatre. Short sleeves or not? Also, my short sleeve option is a teal color that kind of brings out the green in the bruise on my bicep.

I vote short sleeves and take a cardigan. I just got home from work and just about sweat my balls off. And I don't even have balls.

He had them, though, no one else could run the system except a consultant who was worth three times his salary.

At my job, there were about 40 of us working on this joint venture. As the venture wound down, more and more people left. Eventually I was the only one working in that whole wing of the building, and I was reporting to a VP who had almost no idea what I was doing.

When they ended up not hiring me, they pulled my first boss from her new department to do my work. A lot of stuff was new for her so she had a lot of problems at first.

At the time I was thinking, $17k a year for a programmer in San Francisco isn't very good. But it all worked out, as a year later I was working in Evanston for a lot more money.

Ok. Short sleeves and a slightly too casual cardigan sweater. I'm off!

And I don't even have balls.

I know I went "Buh--what--huh?"

Get this.

A girl in Em's science class got on her because she cheated off of Em's test (without Em knowing it) and got a D. First of all, that takes a lot of gall. Second of all, she's a crappy cheater because Em got a high B (which Em's pretty upset with because of her whole perfectionist thing, but another issue). One of those "Seriously?" moments.

That girl needs a cluestick application in the worst way.

Much ~ma, Sumi.