I just had to literally ask someone to do part of their job.

oh, I feel you. I often have to beg people to do their job, in a "could you do me the great favor of doing your job that you should have gotten done two weeks ago and lied and told me that you did, but now it's become apparent that you haven't done squat? Thank you so much!"

I'll be taking a bike maintenance clinic all day tomorrow, learning how to use all those nifty tools I've been carrying around for years. Probably followed by a bike ride. I imagine Sunday will involve a lot of cleaning, as I invited my parents over for Thanksgiving dinner so I've got less than two weeks to have the house ready for company.Family company, but still, people who don't live here.

I bet you were all wondering what is the current state-of-the-art in LED dresses, huh?

LED Dress

The Galaxy Dress is composed of 24,000 LEDs, each measuring two by two millimeters, attached to four layers of chiffon and forty layers of crinoline. The whole thing can be powered by a few iPod batteries for up to an hour. It’s one of the recent creations of CuteCircuit, a design firm specializing in “wearable technology.” The dress is now on permanent display at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago. More pictures at the link.

I have to have another department bill overseas portions of our company for things we have already paid for going back to 1/2009 (for some reason we can't just charge them initially). I was told to put all the info onto spreadsheets. I did that and broke it down by vendor. Now the other department has asked for the original invoices we covered. ok, but those are scanned into a program that their department maintains. the guy tells me, I have to go into his system and print them all out. it makes not sense, he can see right there on his screen that these were already paid and charged to the line I told him they were. GRRRR, waste of time/paper/brain cells.

I feel like they are having me do the coordinating between their departments, and no. Just no.

I have to coordinate everything that goes up, I do not also have time to coordinate between PR and Marketing. I won't do it.

Well, maybe for more money I would.

I'm with you Daisy. I am in a similar position between the finance department and the education department. I can't have access to the ledgers or anything financial, but yet the finance dept ASKS ME HOW MUCH TEACHERS SHOULD BE PAID!!!!!. And then the education department wants me to make sure they have been paid, BUT I DON'T SEE THE LEDGERS. Dudes, you need to talk to each other and keep me the fuck out of it, or let me have access to the information.

I want to say that I think, after a series of many emails with me just restating procedure, we have it sorted.

Of course I say that every week, so...

ETA: I don't know that seeing any information would help me, except that if Marketing asked me to put something up that didn't include an event, I would be able to ask if that wasn't overlooked, but you know what? I don't get paid enough to have the responsibility to remember to coordinate that when I get paid just enough to have the responsibility to coordinate online content.

Oh, dear. I thought it was a cinammon-raisin bagel, but it turns out to be a chocolate chip bagel. I feel dirty.

Also cranky and cold. This is the worst migraine I've had at work. But thankfully the nausea is surmountable. Ish. I wonder if I can power through lunch and leave at 2.

I thought it was a cinammon-raisin bagel, but it turns out to be a chocolate chip bagel. I feel dirty.

I hate when that happens. Like when I thought it was strawberry cream cheese and it turned out to be smoked salmon cream cheese.

'Thatcher dead' text sparks fears

A misconstrued text message announcing the passing of a beloved pet has sparked a flurry of diplomatic activity in Canada.

Transport Minister John Baird sent a message reading: "Thatcher has died".

Conservative Prime Minister Stephen Harper was soon informed that 84-year-old former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher had passed away.

But it was actually Mr Baird's beloved cat, named after his political heroine, who had died.

Poor Thatcher....