Yeah, having had a ghostly encounter myself I'm not prepared to pooh-pooh the overall existence of all psychic and spiritual phenomena, but I am deeply skeptical that anyone with gifts in that department is sticking flyers on cars in the Malco parking lot. I'd say if it feels like one of those timeshare seminars it's probably not going to result in any profound metaphysical experiences.
Anya ,'Showtime'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So, now that I'm in management I learn that we're the sort of workplace where the menagers give a gift to their boss. And it's mandatory to contribute. This fucking job, people. Thank god my actual boss (the department head) is not about this bullshit.
PEOPLE SPENDING MONEY ON BOOZE, WOMEN, AND MOVIES ARE GOOD FOR THE ECONOMY!!!
It's a stupid argument. Booze companies and all of movie production from theaters to actors should jump on that quote.
we're the sort of workplace where the menagers give a gift to their boss. And it's mandatory to contribute.
Workplace gifts should never go up the chain. Sheesh!
My mom does not understand the wishlist function on Amazon. She insists that she added items to her wishlist, but there is nothing on it. I even checked the option to show purchased items, in case my brother bought everything on the list. There is nothing at all.
She may have made a totally new list, but I can't find that under her current email.
I asked her to email me the link to her wishlist, and she sent me a link to the Amazon shopping cart. Which was empty.
This is how you get coal, people.
Does she want ants?
I was glad to learn my team does a Secret Santa Snowflake with everyone participating, so I'm hoping that's the end of it.
My mom texted and said "I can see my list when I go to My Cart." I'm pretty sure she just put all her wishlist items into her shopping cart. This is going to take a phone call to sort out. Sheesh.
Yup, everything was in her shopping cart. But I talked her through moving it all to her actual wishlist. I told her she was getting nothing but coal for Christmas, and she said that she deserved it after that stunt.
The idea here, I guess, is that you can learn how to be sensitive or something -- that it's a skill, not a talent. Which, maybe, but my mother is not the person to develop that skill.
My opinion is that it's not something you can learn. I grew up in a couple of haunted houses; things moving around the house and TVs and stereos randomly coming on with no one in the room -type of haunted, in addition to figures I saw. My dad believed me and experienced the household electronics part, but never saw anything. He wanted to, and even worked with me so he could see things, but it never worked.
So, I'm still side-eyeing the conference organizers.