Wow, that is less than my student assistant makes in upstate NY!

Watch ... where your relations with other people are carefully reserved? How? Maybe, "Watch: your relations with other people are carefully preserved." Fun with missing words ...

Meanwhile, I'm already creating a house style guide. Which they don't have after more than a year in business. I'm swinging between weeping with despair and crowing that I will now be able to Enforce the Proper Rules.

Alas, it was a job paying $9.00 an hour.

Jeez, Scrappy. That's not right.

The job I do still needs doing, but only some of it will get done. My Nemesis will continue hoarding information to make herself look good, won't put people in touch with me, and even more will fall through the cracks than already does.

This will at least be consistent with the rest of the country, where they don't have a dedicated person managing the inventory in other regions, either.

I'd had the thought that I could leverage my program into a national position, because the organization doesn't actually have anyone in that role: nobody upstairs has a really good handle on it, and the field is inconsistent because there's no information-sharing or horizontal implementation.

Instead I'm functionally demoted: no longer a program manager, no longer a single point of contact on these issues, and with really limited options for advancement.

... looked at it that way, I don't think it'll be too hard to make the decision.

I agree, Consuela, although I'm sorry you have to.

I regret not bringing All the Clementines to work with me today. So good.

I'm sorry, Consuela.

Grand Central Terminal pictures. #1, #15 & #16 are amazing, but wouldn't want to be breathing air that smoky.

Look how styling the women are in #17! America - what happened? You slobs.

#28 is cool.

#29 reminds me of Pearly Soames.

Happy birthday, Olivia!

Argh, why today for my bank website to be down? And back up. And down again.

Alas, it was a job paying $9.00 an hour.

In some places, that's an above-average wage. Sadly. I couldn't live on that anymore. But my BFF lives on less.

My boss called me from his car from the airport and told me to meet him in his office when he arrived. I was not fired, he just wanted to clarify some mostly personal stuff he has as the top priority for ne right now.

So, I then went and threw up.

Must update resume and do job search this weekend.

Although it gives me time to surf. Those are great pics. I really love the Atlantic's photojournalism posts. They really add to my understanding of whatever the topic is, as well as being visually so striking.

Well, it's that time of year again....

Odd and inappropriate Valentine's cards of yesteryear

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