I'm sorry, msbelle. I hope a better job comes along for you soon.

(((msbelle)))

My meeting was okay. It was a "what do you want to see happen next year" meeting. Where we delicately talked about roadblocks to accomplishment without mentioning my direct supervisors name.

I'm sorry your job is so horrible.

Yes this. I'm sorry your boss is putting you through this wringer, but he's the problem, not you.

As I "learned" at work just the other day, working with foundations is more like dating with an eye on marriage, while corporate sponsors are more like one-night stands.

Ack! No! What did they tell you next? You need to check under their kimonos or whatever that horrible, racist, sexist line was?

You need to check under their kimonos or whatever that horrible, racist, sexist line was?

Ha ha, no. The upshot was really that we (foundation people) are good, kind people, and they (corporate people) are wham-bam-thank you ma'am.

If flea makes her metaphor about how grant writing is like a one night stand, I bet they would sit up and listen.

Especially when you get to the part about slamming one last shot and stumbling out to the parking lot together ...

These are *librarians*, people. In *Ohio*. I once sat in a talk about the hiring process and heard a past job candidate disparaged because she came to an interview wearing blue nail polish. Granted, that was in Georgia, home of pink suits, but still. All this talk of young tattooed hipster librarians has probably not yet come to Cincinnati.

And you were in Athens, jeez.

My first choice is Sony--I go in there on Monday.

My friend's been a script analyst for them for almost twenty years and they've been really good to her.

I was kind of shocked, but Athens has a huge frat-tastic Southern preppie streak as well as its indie side.

All this talk of young tattooed hipster librarians has probably not yet come to Cincinnati.

They're all confined to Northside. Them and their ironic trucker hats.