I've got a legal article open in my browser, written by Carl T. Bogus. And no, it's not a parody.
The least interesting class required of Psychology graduate students is usually History of Psychology. By purest chance, the author of the standard text was Edwin G. Boring.
This allowed every first-year grad student at least one moment of insight, leading them to make a sly comment about the boring Boring textbook to someone else who, unfortunately, had already had the same thought, so inevitably found the comment to be kind of boring.
Okay! I have tackled the easy stuff.
Good for you! Okay! I am leaving. I will get the tool. I will finish this project. It will literally rock. And then my brainspace will be free and I can get other stuff done.
Ok, lunch was just a meet and greet. The person doing the introduction was hoping to add to my overhead workload until I told him I'm overloaded with client work (I get paid for client overtime, but overhead hours get deducted first, so when there is OT, OH is bad). A year ago, I would have gladly taken on the work as I was scrabbling for anything. I did get lots of work related compliments, which is always nice.
At my sister's birthday party I did actually ask her friend (sis caught me as I was formulating the question, read my mind, and tried to stop me, but the friend dragged it out of me) why her mother was okay with being Mrs Moyston-Cumming, but there's really not any good answer to that. She made her decision decades ago, so there it is.
I have sent a non-passive aggressive email to the incompetent developer telling her I was assuming she wasn't doing any work on the problems that had been raised with her if she didn't say so, and that I wasn't fielding those questions for her any more. She tried to push back some of the problem solving back onto the user, but it's not their job. So I stepped one step further and took it off my plate as well, two minutes before she emailed me to ask what I had done in the two days she'd been ignoring the issue. "What I have done doesn't count since I won't be working the problem to completion."
And now I'm taking a break. I've written up stuff the other analyst was supposed to have done (he could stand to be a bit more passive aggressive when he's sniping at the director I'm 50% on loan to--"only girls shorten their names like that" and "your new best friend" is really unbecoming), and the moment I said hello to our main business user he asked who'd made me sick.
only girls shorten their names like that" and "your new best friend" is really unbecoming
Dude, seriously? Does he think nobody ever forwards email?
Argh.
Best Belgian name ever: Taco B. M. Monster.
That sounds like something from Captain Underpants.
Dude, seriously? Does he think nobody ever forwards email?
I'm voting for him to get overheard, because he's never said that guy's name without an audible sneer. Our cube walls are not soundproof...
My sister tossed me under the bus with a friend of
her
friend and gave her my email address to play Words With Friends. I wasn't sure how to back out of it, and I'm on game #2, playing at my standard slowest pace ever, but now she's started sending mass emails about stuff I don't agree with (polyamory, not that WTF) and she hides the recipient list. I realise I would rather do a "polyamory doesn't surprise me" email to a whole bunch of people I don't know than a one on one. But I replied to just her, and she's sent me two more bcced reactions to other stuff I'm not even looking at--I don't mind overlapping into my sister's social circle--we've been doing this since prep school, but I don't want the friends of her friends she doesn't even want to talk to.
I should just go tits up and lose my lead in WWF and play a bunch of stupid stuff and maybe that'll be passive aggressive enough...
My cousin's SO has a new German boss named "Dirk Vader". (Not nearly as funny outloud, where it's more like "Deeerk Fadehr", but still.)
Does Dirk Vader run a holistic dark side detective agency?
