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[Thursday, 7 January 2010 // 15:17] |
I don't like to think I have a 'tude or anything, but sometimes I do greatly relish the opportunity to use my THIS DAY IS MORE THAN FIRED icon.
No one thing today has been especially bad, but apparently everyone at the office DID come in, they just came in late, and are thus trying to get more done in less time. At one point today both my phones were ringing and three interview candidates -- who weren't even supposed to see each other, let alone make casual conversation -- were standing at my desk.
WHY DID EVERYONE EVEN GET OUT OF BED. Can't they see it's snowing like balls out? The only reason I'm here is that someone had to sit by the unlocked front door and prevent thieves from robbing us! And you know why that's stupid? THE THIEVES STAYED HOME BECAUSE IT'S SNOWING LIKE BALLS OUT. |
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[Thursday, 7 January 2010 // 10:03] |
This is how I feel this morning. *
ANNOYED WALLABY. IN SNOW.
* Photo nicked without asking from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ungulata, who makes the awesomest zoo posts.
The snow, actually, I'm perfectly fine with (unlike that poor cranky wallaby) though it is falling and did cause me to slip a few times on my way to work. The real problem is that I woke up this morning at 7:25, the time at which I am normally arriving at work.
GET THIS: I was showered, dressed, and out the door seven minutes later, which is one in the eye for people who ask me why I lay out my clothes and pack my lunch the night before. EFFICIENCY!
I did forget my lunch, though. Damn.
Anyhow, given that I work with a bunch of cowards who are afraid of a little snow, I'm one of the few people in the office today and thus I get to take a little time to stop and smell the internet flowers like Honey Never Spoils, a blog in which an intrepid young woman is going through her grandmother's recipe box and making food from it. (thanks ScrivenerCollider!)
I am also spending the morning writing a DC comics/Torchwood crossover, because I lost a bet with Jean and she's a sadist. :D |
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[Thursday, 7 January 2010 // 09:16] |
Hello, all! Hope you had a lovely holiday season. I am, as you can see, not dead yet, which is about the best anyone can say. I'm sorry I haven't been around more; I will try to rectify this in the future. I've missed you in the last few non-posting months; if you have gotten married, had children, died, discovered your long-denied secret love for me, or had any other life-changing experience, please catch me up on it in comments.
Meanwhile, let's start the year off with some whoring. Behold: a new episode of Wasted Words to which you can listen!
The other night, I woke up at around 2AM and stumbled to the bathroom to piss. I spotted one of those monster palmetto bug perched on the top rail of my shower, and naturally, I wanted to kill it, because those things are the Devil's own cock-a-roaches. Unfortunately, I was half-dazed from sleep, and there was no bug spray in the bathroom, and if I'd gone back to my bedroom to get a shoe, it would have gotten away. So instead I unloaded on the fucker with some megadosage from a can of Glade Air Infusions. The bug seemed more confused than injured by this, but it did flee the premises, and I am hoping that it eventually died from what I am calling Peach-Scented Cockroach Genocide. HAPPY NEW YEAR! |
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[Tuesday, 5 January 2010 // 23:00] |
This orange chair is a time travel device. Ten minutes ago I sat down in it at seven o'clock, and suddenly now it's eleven.
TIME TRAVEL. I HAS IT.
And it only goes one direction, which is so unfair. |
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[Tuesday, 5 January 2010 // 11:00] |
BossBoss just came up to my desk....
"Today is a terrible day! No, not work, work is fine, if I could focus on work...but I can't!"
I said he should maybe make a list, and he said, "No, the list would take me all day, I can't...I just can't focus! Wait, I know what I was in the middle of. Okay, I'm going to go finish it. Thanks! I'm glad we had this talk!"
I LOL.
I love my job and it's not that I want a different job, but I still monitor certain job websites out of habit, and because I could theoretically freelance in the theatre if I wanted to. This morning a job titled "Coordinator For Instructional Fabrication" came up, which sounds like a job making fake IDs for spies. It's almost as good (but not quite) as the one I found a few years ago, PROFESSOR OF MASS DESTRUCTION. Best job title ever. It was on a government/military job website and clearly they hadn't quite thought the title through; about two days after I linked to it, the ad was gone, replaced with something that had a much more mundane title that I can't even remember.
I also stumbled over Payscale.com, which requires you to register but which also tells you, once you register, how much you're making compared to others in your field in your geographical location. One reason I happily put up with Coworker Fail most of the time: I make twice the average hourly wage other people in my job do in Chicago.
I found Payscale via a top fifty list of best employers for Gen Y, though the top fifty list is....okay, I don't know about most of the companies on there, but there's no way that Abercrombie & Fitch is the 11th best employer in the nation, given its history of employment racism, sales racism, and employment ableism.
Brazen Careerist defined standards for the top fifty list pretty specifically, which is nice to see, as most places don't. The criteria were, at least in part: Salary, Social Responsibility, Flexible Workplace. The problem is how these things were measured: "good social policy" seems pretty limited to "do they have a strong green initiative". And on the one hand that's probably a pretty good gauge -- but on the other hand even I knew Abercrombie & Fitch is a terrible place to work, and I actively avoid the evening news.
That being said, Brazen Careerist has a lot of really important stuff to say on women in the workplace, especially women with kids, so it's not like I'm going to ditch the blog over it. There's also the free admission that top-fifty lists contain an inherent level of bullshit about them.
So really my point is, Abercrombie & Fitch: the suck. (I'm looking at you as I say this, Tennant and Barrowman.) |
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[Monday, 4 January 2010 // 22:36] |
R has left the building; while he was here we watched three dudes EPIC FAIL on Wheel of Fortune and I gave him the presents Mum brought for him, which turned out to be a bag of jerky and a box of jellybeans (she knows his loves). He ate all the jerky -- AN ENTIRE BAG OF JERKY -- and put the jellybeans in his pocket. Loose, in his pocket. For ease of nomming, I suppose.
Meanwhile, I tried to demonstrate "Cooking Mama" for him -- Mum gave it to me for Christmas, for the Wii, it's a cooking simulator. He was very perplexed as to why anyone would go to all the trouble of cooking, say, a flan, and then not being able to eat it. All night, "Where's the flan? You made a flan, but you can't eat it. I don't understand!"
I think Cooking Mama gave him some kind of existential crisis. "There's food...but there's no food! WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?"
Also he left me half a bottle of wine. Om nom nom. |
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[Monday, 4 January 2010 // 20:11] |
R has a new theory of television, so he calls it: he asserts that you can reduce all of TV programming to one of three themes -- "or motives", he said darkly -- that encompass the whole of TV, advertising in particular.
He says TV makes you one of three things:
Hungry
Horny
Want to buy window blinds.
I think it's a theory with merit!
R argues that Wheel of Fortune is a beautiful melding of all three, but that's only because he's frighteningly into Vanna White. |
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[Monday, 4 January 2010 // 15:15] |
My work world, in three acts.
ACT ONE: Mystery.
Person: I'm not sure who I'm here to see.
Sam: Did you make an appointment with anyone?
Person: I work here, apparently.
Sam: It's such a Monday, isn't it?
ACT TWO: Disbelief.
Sam: Coworker X said, and I quote, "Can we please have someone come up and look at the toilets? I'm not sure if they need plumbing." Can you do that, and let me know if they need an actual service call or just need to be cleaned?
Coworker Fail: A PLUMBER MAKES THREE TIMES WHAT I DO. WHEN THEY PAY ME THAT I WILL GO AND LOOK AT THEM. *splurt of rage all over email*
Sam: *quietly makes a service call*
INTERMISSION: They totally had mac and cheese at the cafeteria for lunch. Why yes, I am in the seventh grade, thank you for noticing.
ACT THREE: Gratification.
BossBoss: You've been falling down on the job, Sam. You've been here, what, two years? I have yet to receive a single call notifying me of my million-dollar sweepstakes win.
Sam: Well, I've been impersonating you and collecting the winnings for myself. |
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[Sunday, 3 January 2010 // 13:50] |
OMG RECC: I beta'd Zihuatenejo for Foxy for a fest, and it is Awesome. Shawshank Redemption fanfic! You don't see that very often.
In other news: my flat was chilly when I woke up this morning, and there's only one solution for a chilly radiator-heated flat:
COOKING.
So far today I have made rice in the rice cooker (so fluffy! So beautiful!), olive oil salt bread (a trifle bland; I might add garlic and parmesan next time), and maple cookies OH SO FLUFFY HOW SO FLUFFY, MAPLE COOKIES?
I have to make one quick statement because otherwise nobody will believe it: for Christmas I got a "Ninja Master Prep" blender, which Mum bought off an infomercial. I was immediately suspicious, but online consumer reviews were good, so I gave it a fair try. AND LO IT WAS AWESOME. It's reasonably quiet, powerful enough to make the dough for the olive oil bread, and everything seems fairly durable. So, good show Ninja Master Prep. (Though if you just want one you're out of luck; it's two-for-$60 or nuffin.)
RECIPES.
( Olive Oil Salt Bread; Glazed Maple Cookies )
I am also making baked beans as we speak, for filling in steamed buns. I HAVE NEVER OWNED A STEAMER. I'm very excited about steaming things. |
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[Saturday, 2 January 2010 // 18:22] |
Aaand a quick question for the cafe at large --
I have a friend who is going to San Francisco in about a week and a half to have surgery done for his transition. He's super-cool but a tiny bit broke and looking for 1) a place to stay and 2) someone who can go with him -- the hospital won't check him in or out unless he's accompanied by someone. And honestly, nobody wants to have surgery and then have to navigate public transit or something to get home.
Is there anyone in the SF area who can lend a hand, or knows someone who could? Drop a comment, he'll be watching the post. :) Thanks guys! |
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