Ugh indeed
'Conviction (1)'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
means I have to paper-file my tax returns
Like some Fuller Brush Man from 1951!
Unacceptable.
In better news after beating my head against the bureaucracy for five months with numerous actual mailings with actual death certificates, Prudential has finally paid out the remainder of JZ's life insurance.
Which is very timely as earlier this week I sent off the biggest frickin' check I'll probably ever write in this life time to the IRS and this offsets it somewhat.
Now if I can just get JZ's pension to start making payments.
Shockingly, what AI produced was even more boring than what I just did, AND sounded less confident!
AI has been reading its own reviews.
Self-eval~ma to all who need it. Lung~ma likewise.
My manager and I have set up notes pages in Monday dot com for our one-on-ones (it’s really useful—we get into entire conversations there throughout the week, and sometimes we end up not even needing to meet), and I can just skim them and nab the highlights for my self-eval. “Oh, yeah, I did resolve that gnarly issue with our ticketing system—guess I repressed that for a reason. But I totally want props for that in my PEP.”
We don't really do year-end self-evaluations anymore, just individual project postmortems to figure out what went well and what we could do better next time. I'm a lot more comfortable with the subject of the eval being the project rather than me personally, even if I'm talking about things I did on it.
this reminds me why trying to do a bio may be some of what I hate about trying to get published.
Dammit. Hinton Battle has left us; Wikipedia says he died at Cedars Sinai in L.A., but gives no cause of death.
He was probably my favourite part of the musical episode.
He was so talented. A very memorable performance for sure.
Which reminds me that the Grammys are on tonight! One of my favorties. I have to say I am really looking forward to the Tracy Chapman and Luke Combs duet.
Damn. He was only 67.
Timelies all!
So yesterday Mr. S insisted on going to the supermarket with me. Which meant all three of us went, and we ended up with a few more things than were on the list.(including Axe deodorant. He is 8.) I hope this doesn’t become a pattern.