I love it when buffistae talk etymology, I always learn something.
I have had a fairly productive morning. Interviewed the final editor candidate, decided on who to hire for next year, wrote one rec letter, writing another this afternoon. And bonus, learned there's a Fresh & Easy right by campus.
To sum up: I am a complete asshole when buying a car.
Also, I bought a car. 2013 Mazda2
More later. Going to go turn in my old title.
Congrats on the new car, sarameg. I say go celebrate with your neighbors and a bottle of wine.
Here is the important question, sarameg: what color? (also, congrats on the new vehicle)
Brava, sarameg!
As a final example of how fubar my employers are, I just got a call from my actual legal employer (the contracting firm): apparently the period of performance on my contract ends TODAY.
As in, no point in coming in tomorrow, I won't get paid for it.
That's kind of awesome.
Consuela, every time I think your job can't get more screwy, it does, even at the end. I feel like you aren't going to make it out the door at quitting time today without a cow falling out of the ceiling tiles.
Also, I bought a car. 2013 Mazda2
Congrats, sarameg. The Mazda 2 is cute!
At the financial firm where I work, they're fairly adamant about the difference between adviser and advisor. I'm not sure if it's a style thing or if there's some regulatory reason behind it.
I think you should dedicate that song by Cee Lo to them.
(one of my favorite You-Tubes is "Fuck You" narrated in ASL.)