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Can anyone explain what making your employees miserable can achieve? I've worked in several jobs where making employees unhappy was SOP. There has to be a reason, but I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is.

At DST, they did to make people quit so they wouldn't have to lay-off. I can't understand why it's being done here. I don't understand why they did it at W&R either.

Why we are at it, why would you allow a QA person to make stuff up to mark wrong? Doesn't that just make us look bad to our clients? Why would we want our clients or our upper management to think we suck?

No Love,
Sick of being called a liar.
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I couldn't find mine in the camping stuff, so I stole Bryan's.

The edict has come down. Starting in June, I will be kicked out of the house one night a week. Anyone want to go dancing, shopping, let me come over and invade their space?

Apparently, I'm much easier to live with 6 days a week when I can escape the male madness of the house for the seventh.

Who knew?

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Samantha cat has gone missing. I'm worried sick about it since she never goes outside, so we have no idea where she could be.

There was the smell of dead animal in the sunroom yesterday as well, so that hasn't helped.

Send good kitty Juju!
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I can breathe through both of my nostrils! At the same time! Ahh, sweet oxygen...
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Non-spoiler review:

What? That's it? No 'Next Season on Supernatural'? Nothing? You bastards!!!

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Can you get alcohol poisoning from hand sanitizer?
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LJ blogger[ profile] flemco has a point.
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Emergency Pants to the rescue!

No, seriously. There were no clean pants for Moose Boy this morning. I had resigned myself to doing a load of laundry, thus being late to work.

But, what is this? Inside the Moosey school backpack? A pair of Emergency Pants! Hooray!

I pants'd the Moose and was only 15 minutes late this morning.

Emergency Pants, is there anything they can't do?
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It had been raining all day and towards the end of the day we got some lightning. After trudging our asses the 1/4 mile to the effigy (if it wasn't a half mile, it was damn close!) we were stopped by Safety. Turns out some dumb ass had dropped a shit-load of acid (AGAINST THE RULES!) and they had to call in an ambulance and since there were illegal substances, a bunch of cops.

Great, you stupid fuck. You've really helped the rep of the fest with the town. Dumb shit.

Anyhew, we managed to find some local folks we knew and trudged back a few camps and watched the 'other' fire tribe. While there, some folks were getting it on in the big ass RV. While we were standing there, someone turned on one of the lights inside the RV and lit up the unintentional live sex show.

We found out that they had canceled the fire spinning show due to lightening. Sucked, but we can understand why. They finally announced the start of the burn, so back up we went. So, we stood in the cold rain for almost an hour. We amused ourselves by passing out Blackberry Whips.

After a while, they started the burn. It didn't catch. They tried some more. It caught a little. They threw on some white gas containers. It started burning a little better. Random fireworks caught, but the effigy was still burning quite slowly. We figure they didn't protect the timber from the rain.

After about 45 minutes of standing on the side of a hill in the cold, wet rain. We figured this could go on a while longer and we should just head back to camp. We stopped at a abandoned golf cart and watched from a distance as some more fireworks went off into the crowd.

Not a good burn, I would say. By the time we got back to camp, the hubby had to pull my rain boots off. My feet were too swollen.

It was really beautiful, don't get me wrong. Just bad planning. I did take a whole roll of film of the thing, so it must have been somewhat good.

Next Sunday, Sunday Sunday!
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On Saturday, after a morning of sitting on our butts, our pals went up to registration and the Hubby and I set up our Tarot cards.

That was really pretty cool. We read for about 30 people. We had only intended to read from 1-3, but ended reading until about 4. I did some interesting readings too. One of the readings I did was jumbled, so I gave the cards back to the gal and told her to shuffle again. When I put down the first card and said 'Your question is about (whatever)' she gasped out loud and really started paying attention.

Another guy had a 'final outcome' that was 'bound'. I asked if he would like for me to put some more cards on that to elaborate and he smiled and said 'No, thank you'. After he left, I guessed that he was planning on proposing to someone. Aww!

Another was very curious about the 'woman from the past'. He had me lay down some more cards. When I read them, he smiled at me and said 'I know exactly who you are talking about.' Another had to give me a hug, he was so happy.

It was really very nice and a neat way to meet people.

After we put everything away, more people kept coming up and wanting a reading. Apparently word had gotten around.

That night was the burn...
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We had a great time again this year, even though it rained the whole time again.

We were camped across the road from this group of college kids who were quite a source of entertainment. They spent hours on Friday trying to get their fire started, with little success. When everyone else went to check out camp, I stayed at the pop up for a little nap. I wake up to the unmistakable WHOOOSH of gas being thrown on a fire. There was a short pause and the I hear 'Now it's on fire.' That had me giggling so much, I just got up and joined my group.

Later that night they acquired a blow torch. Yes, amusing but thankfully far enough away to keep us out of the fray.

There were far fewer 'come in and hang around' type places then last year, which was kind of disappointing. So, we just sat under the easy up and chatted with folks who ducked in to get out of the rain. It was really very cool. We meet some neat people that way. We also got to hang out with Jackie and Jai. I broke out the music and Jackie and I spent a few amusing minutes playing "Name that Tune".

As soon as Cher's Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves came on, the shelter cleared out. We pried ourselves up and did another loop of the campground to check out all the night-time entertainment offered by our fellow campers. One of the soundcamps had a Tardis for the entrance! I meant to go back and take a picture of it during the day, but forgot. :(

To be continued...
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Oh, joy. In addition to all the other crap, I have a big, red fucking zit right in the middle of my forehead.

Oh, joy! Oh, rapture!

Being that I am the palest of whitey-white-whites, there is no make-up to be borrowed on my floor.

If I were home, I would have just grabbed a bindi dot to stick over it. This would help relived the discomfort of watching peoples eyes drift up to my forehead when they look at me.

Maybe tomorrow.

For now, I'll just have to write 'Don't look' on a post-it and stick it on my forehead.
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Yep, the fates have conspired against us. Turns out not only is there no school on Friday, there is also no LINC. (School sponsored before and after care.) It looks like we aren't going to Interfuse until Friday night after Rod and Jason pick Moose Boy up.

To add insult to injury, the memory card on our camera shot craps.

I give up.
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One week from today, I will be at Interfuse! Squeee!
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The Plan was to buy a cheap pop-up, something under $1000, and use it for a couple of years. Then we would trade it in for a fancy dancy pop-up with a dinning room slide, a potty and a/c.

That was The Plan.

While tooling around on the interwebs, I found exactly what we wanted. Slide out dinning room? Check. Toilet/shower combo? Check. A/C? Check. It is The One that we wanted. Even has the drop down 'Vanity' shelf. All the bell and whistles. It's $5,600.

So, I call up and ask about financing. I find out that the terms are 5 years at 6-11%. I do some number crunching and even at 11% for 3 years, it would be around $200 a month payments.

5,600 x .11= 616. 616x3=1848. 1848+5600=7448. 7448 x 7% (taxes) 521.36. 7448+521.36= 7969.36. 7969.36/36= $221.37. Worst case scenario. That is assuming that I can't talk the guy down. Seeing as he pulled the old "Someone was looking at it today" line, I'm pretty sure I can get him. :)

Today after swim class, we are heading out to the dealer to see what we can do.
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Yes, co-worker. I saw your new porno-stache. I did not make a Ron Jeremy joke.

I did not ask if I could have a ride in the Trans Am...if it was OK with Sally Fields,of course.

I did not inquire about your enrollment in the Police Academy in order to become a State Trooper.

I made not one comment about your new cookie duster.

It looks awful. Please, dear Gods in Heaven, shave it. I can only hold my tongue for so long...

Edited to add: Hey Earl! How's that Karma list thing going?

More: Let me buy you a drink. What'llya have? Schlitz? Haam's? Oh, I know...Pina Colada! (He's under 30, so he probably wouldn't get that one.)

Leisure suit at the cleaners?
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Today is Bryan Moose Boy's birthday! He's getting a bike from Grandma and Grandpa. We are going over tonight.

He's getting Bakugan and V-Motion from us. He was poking around the gifts this morning. Who wants to bet he'll insist on opening them before we go to the Grandparents?
bghsmith: (Stewie head roll)
Cleveland Brown's voice is based on Boz Scaggs. Go listen to "Low Down" and tell me I'm wrong.
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Today some co-worker had a half a dozen bagels left over and was going to throw them away. I grabbed them and took them to my desk.

A few minutes later I decided to munch one. So, I grab a chocolate chip bagel and start to head to the break room to nuke it. While leaving the cubicle, I almost run into a temp co-worker.

She looks at my bagel and says, "What's that?"

"It's a chocolate chip bagel!" I answer happily.

She looks at me, then looks at the bagel. "It looks sweet". She says.

Now, a chocolate chip bagel just looks like a bagel. Truth be told, they are kind of weird looking. It's a plain white bagel with brown spots. It looks like a bagel.

"'s a chocolate chip bagel."

"But, it looks sweet." She says again, standing in the middle of the isle, blocking my way to the microwave. Again with the looking at me and the bagel and back.



"It looks...sweet."

By this time I've had it and just squeeze by her and head to the break room.

"I'm just saying that it look sweeeeeet." She says to my back.

Later, it occurs to me that she may have been trying to call me fat. But, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. Especially since she lives in a glass house. Anyone who wears so much perfume you can smell her coming and going, wears fuck-me pumps to work and walks like a duck has no ammunition to comment on my size.

Just saying...
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