Thursday, June 30, 2005
It has a Flash map of the United States and other regions of the world with links to various cities. Mouse over the cities, and you get a copy of the local newspapers front pages. Click on it, and you get a large scan of the front page.
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and Balloon Juice
Some days, I want a cash register like this
I forgot to mention this
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
disturbed me. I mean, really - setting aside the issue of a probably-politically-connected 27 year old kid making 117 grand. Gulp - at least, I'll try my best to set that aside.
No matter what kind of stupid, wrongheaded opinions he has, I'm just not clear on why this is a story at all. He had a political blog while a law student. He doesn't seem to have it any more, he's not blogging during work or using state equipment or that sort of thing. Even strong partisans of any political stripe can put aside their opinions in order to do their job, one would hope.
I mean, yeah, I personally think he's an idiot for some of his opinions, but that's the beauty. He's allowed to have and share his opinions, as am I. And you. And everyone. Any person in this country should be able to share their opinion about politics or social issues or whatever. Anyone else is free to think they're an idiot, and share their views. No one is guaranteed an audience, but we are supposed to be able to speak freely as long as it's not the classic example of shouting "Fire" in a theater, or inciting violence or that sort of thing.
Since there's no indication in the story that his political opinions have impacted his ability to do his job, are we looking at thoughtcrimes here? Someone explain to me why this is a story . . .
I'll say it again
I miss Republicans
. Here's one
. Here's another
. Remember what republicans used to be like? Maybe a little dull but serious, and apparently motivated by what they thought was right for the country. There so few honest people nowadays who (although woefully misguided), are at least sane and don't respond to policy disagreements with threats and lies.
The "Republican" party these days is more Theocrat than Theodore Roosevelt. Ahh, if only the big-name Democrats had a spine or the fortitude to stand up for what's right. I'm under no misapprehension that Democrats are all wonderful, some of them are frankly nuts too, and too many are enthralled by even their limited power. But they're far better than most anyone I can think of in the Republican party. I wonder what sort of mental gymnastics it takes to call yourself a Republican these days? I mean, you have to ignore so very much in order to "keep the faith".
I won't be watching their leader on the television tonight. It actually makes me feel physically ill to see or hear that idiot, and if I was merely in the mood to be lied to, well, I'd just go to my office.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Happy, happy birthday to my dear husband!!!!!
Now you're old like me. I'm still thinking of trading you in for two 18 year olds, though.
Love that child
I love her so?
I just loved these pictures. They truly capture her style and personality - when she's in a good mood, that is! She is happy most of the time, and what a smile! Mark took these with his phone on Saturday morning, before I took L to my parents' house. She went with them to the lake, and spent the night down there. She made lots of new friends while fishing, swimming, playing on the playground, and riding around in the golf cart. If there is another child in the condo complex, she will find them and introduce herself, guaranteed. We went down Sunday morning, and we all had a blast - swimming in the pool and the lake, boat rides, lots of food. Ahh, I love summer, and I love the lake. It was capped off last night by catching fireflies at dusk - she and Mark did that, while Mom, Dad, and I sat on the deck and enjoyed watching them. She was so thrilled by the lightning bugs. It's the first time she's ever seen them at night, and she was fascinated.
My child is now quite the fisherwoman, too (not fisherman
, she tells me, fisherwoman
! The little feminist . . .). Last weekend, she caught 4 fish all by herself - and that was her first time ever fishing.
Saturday evening with my folks, she caught 8 by herself, including a fairly good sized bass. On Sunday, she caught 9. NINE!!!!
Quite the fisherwoman, there! Now she wants to live at the lake, she has so much fun there. According to her, we're invited, so that's good.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Maybe you have to be pregnant and hormonal or something, but I thought this was lovely.
I walk along holding your 4-year-old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born,
and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
"Please love only me."
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
"I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity,
then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass,
and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the three of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we three.
There are new times -- only now, we are four.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are,
but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you -- only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love you -- both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.
I so don't need this
But how funny and cute! It's a miniature USB-powered lava lamp
!!! (Via BoingBoing
And how funny is this
? I love Wonkette, when I'm in the right mood for it.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Where are the outraged calls for this jackass
Is that the chirping of crickets I hear? Oh, yeah, I forgot - IOKIYAR
UPDATE: Good idea
. Go do it. I sent e-mails to McConnell and Bunning. Not that it will matter. Based on past history, in about a month I'll get a form letter from McConnell and nothing from Bunning. But I feel better, anyway.
A small bit of good news
Hey, I'll take what I can get. I saw a commercial on TV the other night from the wonderful cable company here.
Food Network is being added in July.
I miss a lot of things about living in a real city. Adequate shopping, food, entertainment, stores that stay open later than 6:00, my friends and family, of course . . . but Food Network has to be near the top of the list. I know that's sort of sad, but I love to cook, and I enjoyed watching it. There was always something to watch on either HGTV or Food Network. I really missed that channel after we moved. Has it really been almost two years since we moved here? How is that even possible?
It'll almost be like civilization.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Well, I think I got myself on the registers for the open positions that Mr. R. told me about. I also e-mailed the contact person last week and requested that I be considered for both job classes. I believe that should get me at least looked at and/or interviewed, as opposed to being buried in a stack of applications.
Of course, I'm still concerned about being pregnant and job-hunting. Here's the reason - if I'm the right person for the job, I could potentially be offered a position. That's all good, we'll see what happens and all that, etc. However - I would not have finished the standard 6 month probation by the time I go on maternity leave, and I would not be covered by FMLA. So I could potentially lose any new job during my maternity leave, and I'd have no protection from that risk. That's a HUGE concern.
As far as my current job, I hadn't heard back from my boss about my work location as of July 1, so I e-mailed her this morning. Grrrrrr.
Turns out there's a slight snag, as she so charmingly put it. The idea of moving me up there was quite popular with our Branch Manager. However, she has also made arrangements for 3 additional positions to be housed at the office in the meantime. If you count mine, that's 4 positions that will need a work space, computer, phone, etc.
Here's the prob - there's only one vacant space available, which is currently a virtual office for trainers who come in from out of town, so they can check their e-mail, do a little work, etc. So go figure that one out. It could be like a Guinness World Record attempt! How many people can we cram into one cube???
Now my boss wants me to meet with her and another manager on Monday the 27th to try to make a plan, and hopes that she'll have additional information about my future work location by that time. Heh and heh. I laugh at this concept.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Busy weekend, the wedding was terrific, I got compliments on the dress. Sunday was spent at the lake with my folks and my kiddo. Unfortunately, Mark was sick, so he couldn't go. Happy belated Father's Day to all the daddies out there.
Now State Personnel is ticking me off. I'm going down there to try a last ditch effort to get on the register for the position Mr. R. kindly let me know about. They are frustrating!!!!
Oh, and a cute new ticker up top, don't you think?
Have a good rest-of-the-day.
Friday, June 17, 2005
That went better than expected. I picked up the kid yesterday at school, and headed straight to shopping. If I'd taken her home, we never ever would have been able to leave without me physically dragging her into the car. I'm never a fan of that action.
There was the obligatory screaming fit once I told her we were going shopping:
"I don't want to go shopping! And I'm NOT going shopping! I'm going to stay in the car! I don't want to go in!!!!" accompanied by tears and a whiny voice.
But she settled down fairly quickly. Never underestimate the power of the parental bribe.
I promised her that we'd only go to two stores at the most. I hit Kohl's first, because I'd heard they have a decent maternity selection. Yeah, not so much. But there was a stuffed lion from that Madagascar movie that Lauren wanted, and asked for very politely. I bought one for her, and that kept her pretty entertained since I told her she could take it into the next store if she would be sure not to let him scare anyone. She had fun with that idea, and kept growling at the clerks and other customers in Motherhood. I found three or four dress options that I liked fairly well. L helped me pick them out, and was really into giving her opinion. Heh, at one point she said "That one
is pretty, but it just doesn't look like you." I have to remind myself quite often that she is only 4 years old. She really liked a purple one
, I really liked a teal one
, and both were on sale, so I bought them both. What the hell, right?
I think I'll wear the teal one, it is actually pretty flattering for a maternity dress. Since the only time I ever
have cleavage is when I'm either pregnant or nursing, I should take advantage of that, right? I may need to knit a shawl or something pretty quickly, though . . . I'm not used to showing much skin even when I'm thin, and it's more low-cut than I'm accustomed to wearing.
Then to Fazoli's for dinner. Have you tried their new whole wheat pasta option? Quite tasty. The kid ate more of mine than I did, I think, and we shared a salad. I am so lucky to have a kid that likes healthy food. She doesn't really like typical kid foods. She tolerates mac and cheese every once in a while. She wouldn't eat a hot dog if you paid her. She's not crazy about chicken nuggets or jello. She likes granola from Wild Oats and all sorts of fruit - kiwi is her current fave. And she loves lima beans and peas and corn and green beans and sugar snap peas. Funny kid. I wonder if this little boy in my belly will be a picky eater? I hope not! Of course, we've been fairly careful with L, trying to avoid food issues. We provide healthy foods, what we're having for dinner is what we're all having, because I'm not a short order cook. That's been the case since she started eating table food. I adore my brother and sis-in-law, but she still cooks the kids separate meals half the time, or brings different food for them to family get togethers. Our kid eats whatever we're all having, no discussion. Then my sis-in-law wonders why L eats what's on the table while her kids are so picky. Ummm, here, try a clue-by-four.
We don't ever push L to clean her plate or that sort of thing, we give her fairly small portions and she is free to eat as much as she wants, or as we say "until her belly is happy". If we have dessert, it's usually fruit, and we don't typically have dessert. We don't avoid junk food entirely, because I believe doing that just gives it forbidden fruit status. Besides, sometimes we all want a sweet treat! But she knows that junk food is an occasional thing rather than a way of life.
Speaking of occasional junk food treats, we headed off to Graeter's. Man, I do love Graeter's. I wish there was one here in this crappy little town. The only options here are Dairy Queen and Baskin Robbins, both on the other side of town, and it's kind of lucky there are that many options. Considering how much I love it, maybe we're lucky there's not one here!!!
Anyhoo, I was very proud of the kid. Once she got over her fit and realized we were going shopping no matter what, she did really well. She's always surprising me like that.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
You know, there are many times that I absolutely hate living in this crappy little town. Yesterday evening was one of them. See, we have a wedding this weekend, Mark's in it, and it occurred to me that I have literally nothing appropriate to wear to a wedding. I have work-type dresses, but nothing for an event like this. And these are good friends, so I want to look at least presentable.
I feel like a fat cow anyway; is it too much to ask that I look halfway decent, at least?
So I headed out after supper to try to find a maternity dress that isn't flat-out ugly. You wouldn't think that would be so hard, would you? Here are the shopping options in the previously mentioned crappy little town:
JC Penney - no maternity clothing at all
Elder-Beerman - a very tiny maternity section, with lounge/sleepwear, a few shirts, and a few pairs of pants. No dresses.
Fashion Bug - actually a fairly decent selection, but all casual, one skirt option (which was white, so no go for a wedding), no dresses.
Sears - no maternity clothing at all.
I hate this town sometimes. OK, OK, most of the time.
I'd go to Lexington to shop tonight, but Mark may have a sorta-kinda bachelor party for the groom, and that would have to be tonight, since tomorrow night is the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. The rehearsal dinner is another event, by the way, for which I have nothing to wear. These people just had to get married AFTER ALMOST 20 YEARS!!!! during the summer I'm knocked-up. And I say it's a sorta-kinda bachelor party, because the groom is a shy one, not inclined to strip clubs or drinking or that sort of thing. He wants to have a LAN party
. Yes, I married into the geek culture, there can be no doubt.
So in other words, no shopping for me today unless I take the kid with, and that doesn't sound like such a great idea. She has little patience for shopping even when it's for her. Seems like fireworks would ensue if I expected her to wait patiently while I tried on dresses, and that would suck. Maybe I could bribe her with a trip to Graeter's after or something. (Yes, I said bribe
. So I won't win Mother of the Year this year. You do what you have to do . . .)
What to do, what to do????
News flash: Doctors NOT omniscient
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Yes, I know it's shocking, but it's true. Doctors do not know everything. First bit of evidence - my dad followed up with his regular doctor yesterday, they ran a bunch more tests, including a 3rd EKG and more bloodwork. Found nothing, nada, zip. No apparent reason for his attack, but at least he hasn't had any further problems and seems fine. I guess we'll never know.
Second bit of evidence - vets also do not know everything. They did a bunch of tests on Jet yesterday: her heart sounded fine, abdomen was fine, bloodwork showed no problems with her kidneys, liver, pancreas, sugar levels, etc. She seemed to be fighting a bit of dehydration, but no cause was found for the dehydration to have occurred in the first place. The only test result pending is the one for possible hyperthyroidism. I'll update when I hear back from the vet today, but I have my own prediction: they'll find nothing, nada, zip.
If only I
were omniscient, then I'd know what was up.
In other, unrelated news, how cool is this
? Now that's a handy little gadget. For those of you trying desperately to decide whether it's worth it to click through, here's a taste:
If you don't want to spend $300 for an iPod and FM transmitter, now you can get MP3 audio in your car for just $30 with the VR3. With a good capacity keychain flash drive (a 500MB stick costs just $45), you can load up lots of great audio for your car (500 MB = 8 hours of audio files, or 16 half-hour programs). Already own a flash drive? You are more than halfway there.
UPDATE: Yep, vets still not omniscient. Nothing, nada, zip. As she said, "Jet's hundred thousand mile check up went great, and she's very healthy, especially for a 13 year old kitty."
Well, that weekend had its ups and downs
Monday, June 13, 2005
On Saturday morning, we headed to the Lexington Explorium
(formerly the Children's Museum) for my nephew's 4th birthday party.
We had fun, cupcakes and kids running around. While Dalton was opening presents, my dad was taking pictures, and Mark was shooting video, and we were all enjoying watching him open his presents. My dad suddenly handed me the camera, and said he'd be right back. I was busy taking pictures, and then Mark handed me the video camera, and said he'd be right back. So I was busy and all.
Suddenly, it seemed, Mark was back. Turns out he had left because he had a feeling he should check on my dad, but everything seemed ok, so he came back. A few seconds later, he grabbed my arm and said I needed to go check on my dad. Pops was walking very unsteadily, and then just leaned over the banister outside of the party room. My mom, my bro, and I were all trying to get out the door, and got to him pretty quickly.
He was sweating BUCKETS, and was literally grey and shaking. He said he didn't have any chest pain, but was nauseous and had a lot of abdominal pain. Of course, we all thought he was having a heart attack anyway. He's 72, and he's not a small man; he's on meds for his blood pressure, etc. I called 911.
The poor kids were all lined up at the glass windows of the party room, watching and asking what was wrong with Pops, and there were some tears. We were all in a panic, because we didn't know what was going on. The man sure knows how to make a party memorable!
The EMTs arrived very quickly, tested his blood sugar, did a portable EKG, etc. We all headed over to St. Joe, and Mom, Dad, Scott, and I spent the rest of the day in the ER there.
We never did figure out what it was. It could have been the previously unknown ventral hernia
that the ER doc found, or it could have been food poisoning from the previous night (but probably that would have come on sooner), or it could have been abdomiminal distress from unknown causes. The sweating, nausea, and shaking were apparently a common reaction to severe pain. The doc said that that cluster of symptoms is frequent in the ER, with a variety of underlying causes for the pain. But another EKG and bloodwork showed no problems with his heart, gall bladder, kidneys, liver, appendix, etc. Basically, they ruled out most everything. They gave him phenergan for the nausea and morphine for the pain.
Of course, this being my family, we immediately started teasing Pops about him being a big faker and just wanting to be the center of attention. He was, I should note, feeling much better by this time. You'd have to know our family . . .
But in truth, it was scary as all hell. Thank goodness for my husband and sister-in-law, who corralled and reassured the kids, and took them through the museum, making sure they had fun. We all met up later at my brother and sis-in-law's house.
What would I ever do without my dad??? Or my mom either! They are both wonderful people, great parents, and amazing grandparents. I can't even begin to think about it.
We were supposed to be heading up to Cinci after the party, to spend the night with Carol Ann, and go to the zoo on Sunday. We ended up driving up to Cinci, late, once Pops was ok. I debated with myself about sending Mark and the kid, and me staying home, just in case. But I thought that might scare the kid too much. Pops was much better, and I was only going an hour and a half away. I would have been able to get back if needed, and a helluva lot faster than an hour and a half. Plus we knew from the second EKG at the hospital that it definitely wasn't his heart, so I felt much better.
This is a new pressure, I guess. I have a small child, soon to be two, but my parents are aging and will need more care in the future. That ought to be fun. But we'll handle it.
Sunday, we woke up to rain and the forecast of rain all day. The kid was mightily disappointed, because she'd been wanting to go back to the zoo for a while. It looked like it was clearing off, so we decided to chance it. Good idea, because we got rained on a few times, and then it was partly cloudy for most of the day. The zoo was a blast, of course, and it was great to see CA. Of course, I called Mom and Dad 3 times to check in. When he started griping about being on clear liquids for 24 hours and being hungry, I felt even better. He's turning into a cranky old man these days (ha ha ha), so he was back to his normal self.
We got back late on Sunday evening, hoping that L would fall asleep in the car, but she never did. Finally got her in the bed, and noticed that Jet, one of our cats, was meowing piteously. There's something wrong with her. She seems to have lost weight, and she just keeps acting pitiful, wanting food and water. So now, I'm off to call the vet to try to get her in. Kidneys? Diabetes? I don't know. Keep your fingers crossed that my dad stays ok, and that Jet is ok too.
Like I said, this weekend had its ups and downs . . .
Oh, and here's a funny to perk up this somewhat maudlin post. We stopped at a restaurant to eat last night on our way back, and the waitress was taking our order. I ordered for the kid and for me, and then Mark gave his order. The server said, "Thank you, sir!"
The kid pipes up with this gem: "Ummmmmm, his name is Daddy. But . . . you can call him Mark!" You just never know what will come out of her mouth!
I'm sure there's a 12 step program
Friday, June 10, 2005
I have a new addiction. See, I'm trying very hard not to gain as much weight this time as I did during my first pregnancy. I gained A LOT of weight that time, partially due to my blood pressure, and partially because all the little remora craved was chocolate and sweet stuff. This little guy seems to like veggie subs, fruit, and salad. It's a good thing™. Praise Martha.
I've also been trying to eat more yogurt, because it's a fairly healthy snack, adds to my calcium intake, etc.
Mark picked up some yogurt at the grocery for me to try, and I'm now officially addicted to it. It's Yoplait Whips, and it seems to come in Chocolate Raspberry and Chocolate Cherry flavors, along with Peach and Key Lime and Strawberry, etc. My favorite chocolate candy combo, by the way, is chocolate and raspberry.
Oh.My.God. It is so good. Now, instead of trying to eat more yogurt, I'm trying to limit myself! Go figure that one out.
My demo this morning went well. Only one of the two people was able to attend, and she seems to be leaning toward my preferred one anyway. I swear I didn't pitch that one more, it just seems to be a better fit for our group. I'm a genius, you see. She was also stunned by the concept of open source software, and kept asking me, "Are you sure
there's no cost for all this????"
Now I've got an hour to finish up two other projects. I'm almost done with them; it shouldn't be a problem.
Once I finish this yogurt.
Yup, still busy
I'm trying to wrap up a couple of big projects with COB today deadlines. And I've got a demo at 10:00. I hate doing demos by myself. It's so much better with two people, because we can usually pick up any slack or fill in any blanks. This is just me showing off two products, and hopefully I'll get a decision soon on which one, if either, they want to go with. And frankly, I've gotten to know "just enough" of each one, because there's not much point in becoming an expert in both. I need to know enough to do an effective demo of each one. But if there are any substantive questions (which I truly doubt, with this audience today), then I am completely SOL. The two products are highly similar, so that's been challenging - I get their functionality and interfaces confused at times. See, if this were a two-person demo, each of us could have become an expert in one program. But noooooooo.
Wish me luck!
I'm actually busy today
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
With work stuff, no less! Lots of projects to finish up this week, and much work to be done before July 1. That's when I'll probably be moving back into a real office with my co-workers. I'm less than excited, shall we say, but I'm sure it'll work out. At least I won't have to commute so much for no apparent reason. There will be less daytime blogging from me in the future, sad to say. I'll try to keep up.
Oh, and tell me this conversation doesn't break your heart. The kid has had a thing about death lately - it's just this age. The concept is still really beyond her grasp, but she's trying her best to understand it. That means we get tons of questions about death, and some tears at times.
When we got back from vacation, one of her crabs had committed hermit crab hari-kari. It was out of its shell, and dead. We had gone through this before when the crab molted - I thought it was dead because there were relatively large bits and pieces of crab all over the place, and the shell looked empty. WTF do I know about hermit crabs? She was upset then, and then a short time later we found out the crab was still alive, yippee! Then after vacation, not so much.
The kid seemed to take it pretty well this time.
Yesterday, after I picked her up from school, she was talking about whether you can breathe after you die, and was very upset to learn that you don't. She was teary, and saying "but I want to breathe after I die!!!"
Then she brings up the crab.
"Mommy, do you know how my heart felt when Rosie died? My heart was broken in two pieces; one went to the left and one went to the right. My heart really, really hurts."
Yep, that's about right
Monday, June 06, 2005
The Rude Pundit
. . . the Rude Pundit simply looks at the report and says the same thing he says to conservatives who get their panties in a wad over flag burning: "Goddamn shame you put so much belief into a replaceable inanimate object." Because it seems like in the "outrage" over Koran desecration by the left, it's been conveniently forgotten that religious fundamentalism, in the Middle East and in America, is what's gotten us into this mess in the first place. And, frankly, the Rude Pundit would be pretty fuckin' hard-pressed to find sympathy for a Christian who was gonna screech and scream over a stomped Good Book or a crucifix used for sodomizin', so, you know, let's be consistent in our contempt here, a'ight?
. . .
The Rude Pundit doesn't suffer fundamentalists gladly. It doesn't matter if you're a Bible-thumpin' Christian, a Koran-riotin' Muslim, or a ripped-to-shit flag waver, you can take your strict adherence to your religious and/or nationalistic code and, well, flush it down the toilet. Because, frankly, if you're willing to go nutzoid over the desecration of a book, then you're someone who's willing to oppress real, living people - maybe that's forcing women to always be accompanied by a man, maybe it's not allowing gay people to marry each other or adopt kids, maybe it's re-electin' a lyin' sack of shit to the presidency. However it forces you to behave, it's gonna end up screwin' someone else's freedoms over. So fuck you.
Friday, June 03, 2005
Well, what do you know? I got an e-mail from my boss after working hours yesterday. I didn't see it until this morning, of course.
She wants to meet with me to discuss moving my future permanent work station from EKU to the offices here in Frankfort. I'm a little torn.
- I like working at home, looks like that's not likely to continue.
- I absolutely despise commuting an hour each way, 2 to 3 days a week. Staying in this town for work would be better than that. Working from home would be the best for me personally.
- I wonder what's brought this on right now, paranoid as I am. It could be a reshuffling for the new fiscal year. Or it could be because I haven't been to EKU this week because of my back being out and a dentist appointment yesterday, and they're not happy.
- At least this time, someone is freaking talking to me about it, instead of telling me about it when it's already decided.
- Of course, I replied that I'd be happy to meet with her at her convenience, blah blah blah, but I wonder if I have any flexibility at all here, and what tone I should take when we meet. Can I push to telecommute part time? Should I try, or should I be a good little employee and agree to whatever?
- Again with the paranoia, but I'm betting this is just a feel-good meeting, not an actual meeting where I will have any real decision making power. As usual.
And to think I used to be a member of the management team, a peer to my current boss. Hell, I was above my former boss on the org chart, but that didn't matter.
Advice gratefully accepted . . .
: We're meeting Tuesday at 10:00, so quick
advice is appreciated.
I am so easily amused
Thursday, June 02, 2005
I don't have much for you today, but I found this hilarious for odd, unknown reasons. Just my sense of humor, I suppose.
I was IMing with a work friend a minute ago, and I used the word fucking
, because she's just that sort of friend.
I don't know if all IM clients do this, but in Trillian
(best thing ever, outside of Firefox
), it links up words in your message to Wikipedia
. It's kind of cool and handy at times. And sometimes highly amusing.
Did you know that there is a village in upper Austria by that name?
. Imagine the logo. It would be way
better than Unbridled Spirit