oh my god when we're in a meeting and the devs are speaking French but the meeting hasn't started yet my coworker says HELLOOOOO really loud to get them to speak english and it's so embarrassing.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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.
Oh, man, Dana. So rude.
My husband just said that she sounds like Jerry Lewis.
Aeryn still won't eat most of what I put in front of her. I'm pretty sure a blood test would reveal she is at least 90% fried potato and buttered toast. Dylan outgrew his super-picky stage around age 6.
I have a super-petty work complaint: we have a regular thing where people are recognized for going "above and beyond" their regular work. I don't think I'll ever get this! Because anything I might conceivably do is sort of my regular work. I thought I might have a shot this month, because of a big project I worked on, but no. Oh well.
I also realize this is what happens when you are more senior, and as Don Draper said, "That's what the money is for." But I wouldn't mind the other stupid recognition, too!
OK, getting over it.
I know that when I was a little kid the aunt I stayed with during the workday would offer me a choice of two options for meals—I think having that say in the decision mostly warded off refusals to eat entirely.
Then again, while I was a picky eater it was over specific things I didn't like such as spinach, beans, or anything with gravy on it (still have aversions to the latter two). I think I was always game to eat a selection of vegetables like corn, tomatoes, and lettuce; and was happy enough to eat vegetable soups and stews if I could pick the lima beans out.
ltc will whine and declare anything I put in front of her at dinner as "too icky" without even trying it.
I think having that say in the decision mostly warded off refusals to eat entirely.
Maybe in your case, but parenting blogs are full of helpful advice like this - "don't ask what they want, offer them a choice between two things" - and it's bullshit. I've never met a kid at any age who couldn't figure out how to say "No" to a choice between A and B if they didn't like either option.
I just saw a poster here at work for something called CarnEvil at a location listed only as Insane Clown Sanctum and I am legit scared.
A choice between two things worked beautifully when I babysat. It's useless as a parent.