Oh my god. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!? Oh right, that would be me. Back to work.

Wash ,'Bushwhacked'


Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Calli - Aug 26, 2014 3:43:11 am PDT #13054 of 30002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I'm glad things worked out for you and your team, BT.

Scrappy, sadly intersectionalism (I think that's the word I want) doesn't always happen. Hence the problems with white, cis ardent feminists not always recognizing the valid concerns of women of color or transphobia in feminism. I'm sorry.

Well, apparently I made it through the initial screening at Humbolt and on to the committee that will decide who gets called in for interviews. I so appreciate an HR system that lets people know these things.


meara - Aug 26, 2014 6:28:05 am PDT #13055 of 30002

Oh, geez, Scrappy, that is rough. But yeah, if he'd already been talked to about appropriate language...eesh.


brenda m - Aug 26, 2014 6:35:40 am PDT #13056 of 30002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Ugh. Not at all the same thing, but it reminds me of when I had a deeply religious person added to my team - I really had to clean up my language stat, and I pretty much stopped talking politics. Because I was her manager, and I didn't want to do anything that might make her uncomfortable. We already knew each other, but "Jesus H Christ" from a coworker is, you know, different from the same thing from your manager if it's a sensitive thing for you. This shit is not complicated.

(ETA - since I knew her, I had a sense of what her sensibilities, to coin a phrase, might be. Not to suggest that those boundaries would be the same for all).


Burrell - Aug 26, 2014 6:36:01 am PDT #13057 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Ugh Scrappy, I don't envy that part of your job.

Good luck on the job front, Calli! We are rooting for you!


Scrappy - Aug 26, 2014 7:13:27 am PDT #13058 of 30002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Go, Calli!


omnis_audis - Aug 26, 2014 9:16:44 am PDT #13059 of 30002
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

Next week is vacation time. Brain is not fully on campus. Brain wants vacation time to start now. As a result, not much getting done. Bllahh.


askye - Aug 26, 2014 9:48:20 am PDT #13060 of 30002
Thrive to spite them

Scrappy that sounds stressful.

Today is stressful. Also I think I have a UT I so tomorrow I get to get up way too ealry and go to the doctor. I think this is why I felt bad and feverish.

I have Friday Saturday and Sunday off. I can't wait.


erin_obscure - Aug 26, 2014 11:45:39 am PDT #13061 of 30002
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

Venturing into tmi land here, but I go in for hip surgery tomorrow (yay? Mixed bag of emotions there. Big yay for hi possibility of pain free return to life in 6months. Less yay for all hassles and pain that go with surgery.) my period started a week late (thanks, body) and went into overkill yesterday. I'm practically hemhoraging today and supposed to be under the knife in less than 24 hrs! I have no idea how to deal with this. It's not like they ever asked me about my cycle so I assume it's not relevant to the procedure...but post op with a numb leg and difficulty using the bathroom alone? I'm gonna ask someone to deal with my used lady supplies. Um, no. Sincerely tryng to will my uterus into cooperation STAT.


Connie Neil - Aug 26, 2014 11:50:33 am PDT #13062 of 30002
brillig

Hey, uterus! Dry up!


Connie Neil - Aug 26, 2014 1:50:51 pm PDT #13063 of 30002
brillig

Oh, dear, I dried up the thread.

ION, dear brain, you are allowed to laugh delightedly at something you find on the net. I'm not sure where that "No, what are you doing, how dare we be happy about something!" urge came from, but I have my suspicions. Don't make me pull out the "He wants you to be happy" trope.