Yeah, the only thing you can do is get out. That place is No Good.

Ugh, ita. You deserve an appealling weekend, not an appalling one!

Allyson, I hate that they're dogging you with petty micromanagement bullshit.

That's a fucking awful way to work.

JZ and I have taken thorough advantage of the fact that we have the day off and Matilda's daycare is open. I think it's only the second time in a year we've been in the house together without her.

We had an excellent lingering lunch and then headed down to Haight Street to buy a calendar (on sale). We stopped at Booksmith and found my book on the shelves (yay!) and I ran into the events manager and we've set a date for my reading (yay!). But we didn't like the calendars so we had to steel ourselves and face.... The Well Stocked Used Bookstore With Many Calendars and the Horribly Unpleasant Owners.

Where we got our calendars and the owners were relentlessly in character.

this is a picture to cheer up ita.

As part of his preschool my nephew spends part of time at a dojo

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Thanks for shooting my book on the shelves, Tom! That's so cool to see.

What bookstore was that?

That was a whole mess of adorable, beth.

Amongst the crap of the weekend there have been a couple good bits. Went to say goodbye to one of the instructors, and she has the most evil little brother in the world. He ardently pummelled the other instructor there, who shrugged off the five year old fists as if they were nothing.

When told to stop, he said "I'm not hurting him! He's tougher than everyone else here put together!" And then he scaled the instructor's body and clung to it in a hug that had no hope of meeting on the other side.

Little kids can help.

I currently have almost no hair. Which would have been fine if that's what I'd meant to do, but it was a mistake.

What bookstore was that?

BookCourt

I pimped it to my dad. Of course, we don't talk that much so it's hardly one of those "I can deny you nothing," sorts of things.

I'm living in a constant stream of disrespect and micromanagement. It's been a trickle, but now it's like the Mississippi.

Allyson, would you mind if I borrow this statement to describe my work conditions as well?

I'm so sorry you are having to deal with such a wretched work environment. I hope you will find something more suited to your amazing talent. You deserve to be in a place where they recognize what a wonderful and talented person you are.

Man, American Gladiators is just right for a Monday night. I take back everything I said (at work) about how it should be on Saturday afternoon.

I should probably be more embarassed.

Allyson, it's very clear you are undeserving of the crap treatment you are getting. I'm so sorry that something so promising has turned out to be a head-eating turd monster.

ita, that tale is utterly adorable. The kid, not the shit weekend. I'm a big proponent of kid hugs as brief shining respite from the ick.

I wonder if I can borrow the new baby to go to my icky morning meeting at 9:30 tomorrow. I know, rationally, that what happened isn't my fault. But it was under my purview for so long, I feel responsible, despite the fact I didn't write the code and there was no indication it would do exactly what it did, and the reporting mechanisms aren't something that were meant to be intensively monitored.

I just don't like delivering bad news.