'The Message'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It's not like this at all!
It should be! I'm going to pretend it is. Actually, I'm a good bit better right now, but yesterday about this time of night was when it was last exacerbated, so I'm not holding my breath.
That's ridiculous, sarameg. (eta: what's happening, not your plan. Your plan is sound.)
Yeah, flea, you're part of the stat! The deal with women's careers taking a back seat to their husbands' even when the woman is equally educated and capable. It sucks.
Because he's an engineer, he makes 2 to 3 times what I make, so it's not like we've had much of a choice.
Still, it's not right or fair.
Flea, I'm sorry.
I guess I fired my first salvos on fb, as my branch boss and both of my CSRA supers ( whatever the fuck it is now) can see it. As well as several coworker under this sub contract and not. I.don't.care. I want them to.
I feel like I'll never have a good job again, and I'm getting past my prime.
yep.
see also relationships.
Fuckit, I'm baking cookies. I need to do more beside seething and applying bourbon.
Rage baking: probably added too much bourbon. At least theses cookies are forgiving.
Added too much bourbon to the cookies or to you? Because I think maybe rage bourbon is a pretty significant amount.
In AdultingDoNotWant, I get to take tomorrow morning off to take my car to the shop to get the oxygen sensor replaced. The engine started running rough this morning, and tonight the check engine light came on. I took my last chance turn to stay off the freeway--not a place I want to be when the car's being weird at rush hour--and picked my way through dark streets I didn't know, hoping for an auto shop and that the car would die on me. Finally, I get to a red light, I'm trying to decide which way to go, and the universe thunked me in the head to point out that directly on the other side of the intersection was an O'Reilly's Auto Parts. So I found out the car wasn't going to be dying on my in the middle of the highway and I'm going to get it fixed tomorrow.
Yeah, rage bourbon sounds like the right plan to me. As does a serious come to Jesus with your employer.
I'm side eyeing my own employer at the moment--my coworker on this project quit, apparently (shocker) and her last day is supposed to be this Friday. But lo and behold suddenly she has an interview today for the manager position? The one I had to wait two months to interview for, a month to get approved for, and still don't actually HAVE? If she gets it now I WILL be throwing a shit fit.