Yay new shiny car!

Consuela, how consistent that the job will end on that note.

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So for a get-well card for boss lady, I drew a picture on the back of a stick-figure-her with her faux-hawk pushing a lawn mower and squiggly track of grass leading off behind her. Above is a banner declaring the Mowing Olympics. Below are ten stick-figure judges from various countries holding up score cards, nine of which declare a ten, and one that doesn't. My inscription is "Nine out of ten ain't bad". I'm such an asshole, and can't stop cracking up everytime I think about it.

So since I have moved, my now 8-yr-old car has gotten dinged the fuck up by others. Side-swiped, bad parallel parkers in the front AND back. It isn't bad enough that I look like I got in a wreck but it is dinged.

Should I get a paint job or just assume that more dings will follow?

Assume dings, le_n.

Juliebird, if that had happened to me, and you sent me that card, I'd laugh so hard it would open my stitches. Even if they are on the end of a finger.

And now I can't open stupid WF secure messages. I just doesn't DO anything.

if an advisor/adviser tried to sell me on a legal distinction, I would never stop laughing

That's interesting. Well, for our ~7K advisors, it's a definite licensing distinction, even if people outside the company don't care. If you're not a licensed IAR (investment adviser representative, in our lexicon) then you can't call yourself an adviser.

IT might be sloppy about it, but Compliance and the people who review client communication will absolutely send you to bed without your supper if you cock that up.

What ita ! said, right down to the bit about the folks at Compliance coming after you if you don't do it right.

So this is the difference between my grandmother and me (and my mother): She just called to see if I know anything about my parents' flight being delayed, because she's seeing bad weather on the TV, and she doesn't want to be up all night worrying. (a) My mother would never call me to tell me their flight was delayed, because (b) I would never worry about them getting in safely. In the absence of any other information, they are fine! Delayed or not.

Jesse, my family are big worriers and assume I must be too. So when they're travelling between CB and here, they always call to "check in" every couple of hours. I am always all "Why do you keep calling me?"

Also when I tried (and failed) to go to Ireland w/o telling my mom, my sisters were just as bad at wanting to be notified when I arrived and when I made it to Galway, blah, blah.