I shall add a smiting of my own.

May T's boss and Aimee's boss, be they one and the same or just akin of spirit, have continual and eternal heartburn, together with an itchy and painful rash, that no doctor can identify nor find any remedy that helps.

Harassment? Like I said, dunno if there are laws about it, but I'd file a grievance to HR. That's just absurd. That's worse then the asshat I ran into at the bookstore by a factor of 100.

Unfortunately suing his ass is probably also a stress she doesn't need right now. Although, I still think you bookstore asshat should win the clueless asshat of the year award.

Wait. Is T working for Aimee's old boss?!?

Not unless he has two jobs and a very long commute. Sad to know there are two such asshat bosses in the world though.

Zenkitty, you're a Buffista. Hence, not a stranger.

Aw, thanks, Shir! I think if all the energy you've been giving your friend were really helping her, she'd be needing less energy by now.

as an individualist, I'd like to have the full credit when creating evil.

ha! I knew I liked you.

You can call a pig a chicken, but that doesn't make it kosher.

This needs to be on a t-shirt or something.

Good fortune with resolving the worrisome cat situation, Fay!

Does perhaps T's boss not fully comprehend what a fucking "stroke" is? A friend and co-worker of mine has been fighting cancer - she's doing amazingly well and seems now to be free of it -and her boss expected her to come back to work the day after she finished chemo, when she was so weak she could hardly walk. Despicable heartless corporate minions.

Does perhaps T's boss not fully comprehend what a fucking "stroke" is? A friend and co-worker of mine has been fighting cancer - she's doing amazingly well and seems now to be free of it -and her boss expected her to come back to work the day after she finished chemo, when she was so weak she could hardly walk. Despicable heartless corporate minions.

I think what T's boss is probably thinking that she looks fine, and, therefore, must be fine. While what he doctors are thinking is that she is lucky this time, and they want to do everything possible to avoid a next time.

The day after chemo? Seriously? Heartless ass.

In Totally Other News:

Funny thing happened today: a friend, who's co-moding with me my other board, wrote to me she'll send me a tribute album I'm interested in that will come out later this month for free (physical release only in the US). That's because, and I'm quoting:

"Consider it a thank you for all you do around here and for steering me towards the Vampire book, which I found very interesting. It almost makes me want to rent Buffy and watch."

I think I need to send Allyson a gift basket.

Workaholic supervisors who define themselves by their jobs and who feel their minions need constant "motivation"--Hi, My Supervisor!--tend to look at medical conditions that affect work with a combination of confusion and deep distrust. I think My Supervisor wonders if I'm using medical issues as an excuse to slack off but he knows better than to ask. He will say "Are you sure you need the morning off for this? Are you sure there isn't any other way for your husband to get to the doctor?" He pays lipservice to the "If you're sick, don't come in and infect everyone else," but I can tell he thinks it's a sign of weakness and lack of proper respect for the job to call in sick.

During a bad stretch of time when Hubby had surgery, a heart incident, and a follow up appointment, Supervisor told me he was "concerned" about how much time I was taking off. I brought in a sheaf of papers explaining the things that had been going on. He looked horribly uncomfortable when confronted with the evidence, but he couldn't help hinting that maybe someone else could take Hubby to appointments etc.

I guess that it's really hard for supervisors, the whole free will thing humans have without any special mind-reading supervisors' super powers.

Oh wait, I might have mixed that with control and trust issues. My bad.

xkcd is playing with fire today.

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To be all mememe for a moment, good LORD is it a bad time for my AD's to poop out. I've got an event tomorrow I've been working on for 6 months, and my key speaker pulled out 3 days before.

Dear Cymbalta & Abilify -

What happened? I thought we had a good thing going. Okay, so I'm ridiculously sleepy, but I was still getting things done. And then all of a sudden, whoosh! You fail and leave me with paralyzing anxiety attacks and self-loathing.

Eff you.

Me

{{{Smonster}}} Tons of calm~ma to you.

T has contacted HR who is being very supportive and is going to apply for FMLA to protect herself. She wanted me to thank all of you for the evil thoughts headed toward her boss.