Ahg. Meeting hell with bonus phone tag. I'm getting nothing done.
Wesley: We were fighting on opposite sides, but it was the same war. Fred: but you hated her…didn't you? Wesley: It's not always about holding hands.
'Shells'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
sarameg - May 21, 2013 11:31:18 am PDT #23147 of 30001
Consuela - May 21, 2013 11:56:46 am PDT #23148 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Lobstered out? Does not compute.
I don't remember the last time I had a lobster roll...
aurelia - May 21, 2013 12:07:15 pm PDT #23149 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I am trying to download the latest version of Vectorworks on my work computer and the time remaining is bouncing around between 5 hours and 30 hours. *sigh*
SuziQ - May 21, 2013 12:10:23 pm PDT #23150 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I'll take a lobster roll. I don't think I've ever had one.
So, the bonus I got last week wasn't for one of the projects I've been busting my ass over, working all these OT hours. Instead it is for being willing to provide support for a program I stopped using about 5 years ago.
The program was built in house in about 1995 and has been supported by a contract employee. She maintains the program, leads any new contract ser-ups, training new users, working with corporate systems when there are integrations changes, and so much more. Well, she is retiring next month and corporate is now realizing how much she was doing and how screwed they are once she leaves. She gave them 6 months notice and they have been trying to figure out how to fill the coming void. So far it looks like at least 3 people will be picking up pieces of the work. I've had at least 3 meetings with corporate folks to provide my input even though it isn't part of my job description anymore.
So, anyway, bonus is nice, even after taxes. My boss sent me the write up, copying his boss, then someone else copied a couple of corporate mucky mucks and I'm feeling very blushy.
Sheryl - May 21, 2013 12:17:28 pm PDT #23151 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Despite having grown up in New England, I don't think I've ever had a lobster roll. Lobster, yes.(There was a place in a nearby town that had a double lobster special that my family would get.)
Juliebird - May 21, 2013 12:22:22 pm PDT #23152 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
I went to a place called Lunch out towards the South Fork that was supposedly renowned for its lobster rolls. It was 95% cole slaw. Very untasty and disappointing.
shrift - May 21, 2013 12:40:43 pm PDT #23153 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
And I'm going to a networking event after work tonight.
D'oh. I'm trying to shove a Shout wipe through the series of tubes.
My Fitbit Flex arrived! Now I just need to get used to wearing something on my wrist again.
Consuela - May 21, 2013 12:41:38 pm PDT #23154 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
I'm trying to shove a Shout wipe through the series of tubes.
Well, you can't really see it, but I do hope I don't smell of chicken and coconut milk.
-t - May 21, 2013 1:21:13 pm PDT #23155 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That might make you more appealing! You know, like baking cookies in a house you're trying to sell?
When my mom went to her doctor to complain that her foot started hurting if she walked more than 3 miles, he gave her some "I wish I could get my other patients to walk 3 miles often enough to know it hurt" backchat.
Juliebird - May 21, 2013 1:32:50 pm PDT #23156 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
Things to buy for my new commute (thank goodness the train station is right next to the grocery store!): shoe inserts (my feet are already blistered), baby powder. Need to dig out my backpack and lots of handkerchiefs, pack extra shirts and socks and extra water.
I decided that when I break the news to my boss that I can't drive for two weeks that I'm just going to keep it at that, forget the circumstances and all the nuances. Two weeks suspension, no driving of the work vehicle, going to need ocassional rides to the bank and the florist. Just enough information as far as it impacts my work habits, and the rest is none of her business.