Cass, I will happily put two aside for you if you want to just send a check.

Deal. I'll email you.

Oh I hate when people get into GMOs. Because they often aren't very clear what they mean or what the facts are. And I want to bash their facts because they are wrong. I don't totally disagree with their nebulous wishes, but they don't know what exactly they want. Dude, bananas.

I know I'm kinda confusing about what my job is, probably because it's kind of confusing what my job is. My manager loaned out 50% of me to help with communication and now I hear analysis for a director whose job is to analyse status and set strategies and direction. And communicate.

I was a couple days late being able to help him out because of the project management course I went to (uh, totally not my first) this week, and today he asked me if I'd like to present on project management to the company executives. Is this homework? Proof I didn't skive? He's positioning it, amongst other things, as an opportunity for me to get in front of all the execs and sell...me, I guess, but it feels weird. I mean, his job is clearly kind of cool, if he can pick things to tell executives about.

Why do I not have a job like...well, I guess this is adjacent, but still. So, aside from the new slides I have to put together based on CIO feedback today, and the company wide poll I need to do on the title of one of his projects, I also need to work out what fifteen minutes of project management execs most need to know. From me.

Is anyone watching The Carrie Diaries? And I mean that in Buffista terms and larger terms. Apart from the same sex kiss gifset spammed all over my dash and Martha Jones, I know nothing about it. Oh, right-bad hair. Definitely bad hair.

I also need to work out what fifteen minutes of project management execs most need to know.

Do your shit on time, tell us when you cannot do your shit on time and really tell us when you can't do your shit at all.

With better language. They need to know to communicate and that deadlines and goals are interwoven.

Do your shit on time, tell us when you cannot do your shit on time and really tell us when you can't do your shit at all.

I want to give everyone I work with a pretty little plaque with this engraved on it.

Or possibly that could be an embroidery project. I have recipients in mind.

Watching some Eighties music videos. Some observations:

The full-length version of Michael Jackson's Bad is pretty hilarious.

Lionel Richie singing "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" to a blind woman is kind of insensitive.

You know how we're kind of an umbrella? One of the companies we're an umbrella for is on the 13th floor. So, sometimes their visitors mandate business formal. However, the Marketing group on 12 also does have the odd person that means us on 11 dress up and pretend anyone gives a fuck. It's exasperating, but they're always recruiting more of the smaller companies that make up the larger company we're the umbrella for. Or individuals. Who seem to like ties.

OK, that sounds even sillier than my old job, when we were required to suit up for Board meetings AND asked to come in early and not leave our desks, so we didn't walk by the Board meeting.

Lionel Richie singing "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" to a blind woman is kind of insensitive.

He can see it in her eyes.

Cheese grits! For reals!

And random snowflakes and birds puffed up and refusing to budge even when you stray too close. But no storms this weekend. Odd.

Lionel Richie singing "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" to a blind woman is kind of insensitive.

My niece only knows that song from Community. She likes it without irony.

My niece only knows that song from Community. She likes it without irony.

Because Chang.