Sounds like exactly what you needed Aims.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
I'm trying to talk myself into going to a Young Professionals happy hour tonight. I never really enjoy these things much, but I'm supposed to be trying to be more social. I just never know what to do at these things. I'm much better with board game nights, but they've managed to schedule nearly all of those for days when I was out of town.
Talk about missing the board game nights and see if anyone wants to get together and play more often
I always forget people's faces and end up trying to introduce myself to someone that I was just talking to five minutes earlier. And the number of drinks that I need to feel comfortable with this many people is greater than the number of drinks I can have and safely drive home. And I don't know what time to get there. If I get there at the time it says it starts, then I'm the first one there, and have to hang around awkwardly until more people show up, but if I get there late, then I'm walking into a crowd of people where the conversations have already started. And I don't know what food they'll be serving, so I don't know if I should eat dinner before going. And I know I'm going to want to leave early, because I hit the "too many people -- must retreat!" point after an hour or so, and then it's always awkward leaving.
Oh, Aims, that's so great! Keeping my fingers crossed until you've got it locked in.
Dear boss - don't you dare chide me and my coworker for not maintaining contact with a potential client when the last line in the last email said that the homeowner needs to talk to YOU before we can move forward. Plus, coworker and I were both on vacation out of state last week and I typed all my shit up prior so you could move things forward and you didn't do ANY of it. Didn't even look at what I typed up.
I hope your car A/C goes out,
Me
I am so cranky with him right now, I can't even. The amount of admin work on our shoulders is incompatible with our actual jobs. Don't pull me to go do an eval that you were supposed to do, punt another thing back to me, ask me where we are on three other things and then fuss that we're not finishing widgets fast enough. Gah, I think I need to make a list of all the non-trade work I have done in the last two days for our meeting tomorrow. Not to mention E doing the billing.
I hope the house works out, Aims.
Ugh, I'm sorry, smonster. I hate it when bosses don't read stuff. It's the worst.
we do that because we don't get it, Connie. Also, I always think I broke it.
Yeah, that did sound kind of dismissive. I like working with the honestly unknowing and wanting to know what happened. And I fully understand that most people don't know what I know about the damned things. It's the cranky, offended people who I'm tired of, like "How dare you not know what element of Windows interfered with your program?
I know people get upset with updates and feel helpless when everything they thought they understood has changed, but I swear no one here in tech support gets their jollies from talking to pissed people. Well, there was, but he got fired for it.
Boss is just a hot mess. So disorganized, so frenetic, so crazypants, so overcommitted.
Hil, I hope you have fun if you go. Those types of events are tough.