I love the prevalence of kitties who see Roombas and, instead of going "Evil invader, run!", go "Ah ha! The humans have recognized my superiority and provided me a chariot worthy of me!"

There's a dog I know (emphatically not mine) who thinks it's the greatest dog toy ever. He's learned how to turn it on so he can chase it around and bark at it.

So they still haven't posted my job. My boss indicated that he would never tell someone they should stay with the organization if they felt it wasn't for them, which wasn't exactly reassuring. Basically, yeah, the institutional culture is fucked, but does that mean you just wave people out the door?

I think I have my deadline: the position has to be announced before Christmas. If it's not, I'm out of here. Probably by the end of January. Time to send some more email...

For ita !

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Jesus Christ on toast, Consuela, I cannot believe the shit you have to put up with to CONTINUE DOING YOUR OWN JOB.

So I left town, and somehow got a thousand posts behind in Natter. I'm not even going to pretend that I read all that. But I do know that Perkins bought a house about a thousand posts ago, so hooray, Perkins!

Also, poor Mister Kitty, hoping for the best.

And sorry for msbelle's brother's dog.

And calming vibes for Allyson and meara. And Allyson, I'm psyched that you're getting a guitar.

And Theo, lots of ~ma for your roommate.

And...everything else!

My Thanksgiving was great. I went to (and in) the Pacific Ocean for the first time.

For ita !

Oh, that went off to the sister right sharp quick! Thanks, very.

Consuela, I don't even know.

I have been so chatty today. Shit is coming out of my mouth that doesn't need to be said. Why am I talking to the project manager about spanking?

Right, because I'm trying to get everyone to like me because I've found something else that might delay the project. Must curry favour quick stick.

But spanking? Jesus.

Ah, Theo. Redirection, eh?

Consuela...no words at all.

Mister Kitty is tucked in under a fleece. I'd love to snuggle him, but he just wants to sleep and I'm too restless right now, so I'll save that for bedtime.

In more hilarious news: Pumpkin taught Loki he can perch on the endposts of the banister. In the 2.5 years I've been here, he's never tried that before, despite being a climb-all-things cat. So that's where he is, an oversized baby-seal-vulture peering down from the second floor. When I do get around to finishing the rails, will have to use a hard and durable finish...Pumpkin likes balance-beaming along them. Loki's too wide for that, thankfully.

There are cookies somewhere in my house, but I don't know where.

Also, note to self, when you feel smug about getting some Christmas shopping done early, please remember to send things to the right address. Luckily, Amazon let me change it.

There are cookies somewhere in my house, but I don't know where.

Most food items are very considerate about letting you know where they are before too long.

Consuela, I don't even know.

Yeah, I don't either. I like my boss: he seems sharp and effective, and yet he's not making any efforts here. Either he thinks it's pointless, or he has a principled stand against that sort of thing, or he doesn't actually have any power to make an effort. (For instance I suspect he has no authority to actually manage My Nemesis.)

This place is in need of a management intervention, I swear.

More email tonight, I think.