Heh. Sounds like one of you is going to have to do the deciding and it's not him? Sounds like he's being pulled in all sorts of directions at once.

Don't wait for an answer. For now, you're the person best equipped to decide what happens next.

Today is International Disadvantaged People's Day.

Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend, just as I've done.

I don't care if you lick windows, eat paint chips, take the short bus, or occasionally crap yourself.

You hang in there sunshine. You're frickin' special.

Love, Me

Awww! Thanks, Matt!


...waitaminute...

Noodley, I think I am going to decide for myself. He's got a lot going on in his life, and I'm still getting over Mike. If I let myself get all bothered by it I will run away like a frightened bunny. Relationships are hard work! Think he might be worth it, though

*hugs*

Dear Work

WHY must i wait til tuesday to be paid? every other NORMAL company pay on the last friday of the month. why must you wait til midday on the last day of the month? BASTARDS! i've been waiting to be paid tomorrow all bloody month, and now i've had to beg my MOTHER for a loan of enough money to pay for my train fare. and i can't top up my phone, which means i can't get in touch with anyone if anything bad happens. i'm really fucked off about it. bastards.

Feel your pain Limer, SC state governemnt figured awhile ago that they could save money by paying people every 1st and 16th rather than every two weeks, it's a pain.

To my Ex-Cube-Mate,

so. i've decided that you are an idiot. yeah, you're a good-looking smart-talking guy but really you're an idiot.
or you're a jerk.
probably both.
see, i know that you liked having me around. i know you know that i liked you 8 months ago, yeah i liked you quite a bit but then i stopped.
and then i IRL-met the greatest guy in the universe. and you were completely gone from my head.
and you're a flirt, so when i was put into your cube again you flirted.
and you might as well admit that you've been nursing a crush on me for the past 2 months because its completely obvious to everyone including me.
and then i left your cube. because yeah, you're full of yourself and boring even though you think you're hugely important and interesting.
and then you were terribly dramatic, trying to get a reaction out of my amazing (big scary Hawaiian) boyfriend by posting weird creepy things on my blog.
which thankfully i figured out how to delete.
and then you spent a week where you'd find every excuse to touch my hair or my shoulder or stand reallyreally close.
and all this time you've been talking about how you should read some William Gibson, and borrowing my books, and reading Twi's work, etc.
and suddenly, you're being not just full of yourself, you're being a jerk.
"Your author sucks."
wow.
how about you tell that to... my friend Mean Old Man? or Boog? or maybe lithos?
tell them that WG writes in a juvenile style. Mr I've-Read-Johnny-Mneumonic-and-2-Chapters-of-Neuromancer-So-I-Know-Everything-About-WG's-Writing-Style.
idiot.
you don't have to like Gibson. you don't have to like cyberpunk, or sci-fi. i don't care.
but you have to fucking respect the author who has shaped cyberpunk and the thoughts of more than two generations of sci-fi readers and writers.
you're a self-important, know-it-all little asshat who needs a serious reality check.
fuckhead.
get a better job, get a girlfriend, and get on with your life.

-your severely pissed-off excubemate

Dudette, he sounds amazingly childish. How old is he, eight?

Honestly, it sounds like he doesn't know what else to do because he knows he's losst, so he's kicking up a stink like a little kid. I think people of a calibre like Oldman or Boog wouldn't even waste a second of their day on this guy so if you can avoid it, do the same.

Otoh, he sounds rather stalky, so I hope he's not going to get dangerous?

dangerous? pfft. my dad and my uncle are prison guards. if he gets stalky they'll kick his ass.
actually Twi would too. so no worries there.
but yeah, i've pretty much decided that he is an idiot and not worth my time even just as a work-friend.
the childish thing, yeah. and the funny part is that he is older than me.

Dear L -

Why do you always call me when you're wandering around drunk at o-fuck-thirty in the morning? Two weekends in a row now...lets not try for a third, shall we?

Needs her sleep,
Me

Are they at least entertaining when they do it?

*still treasures the call that started 'You have to tell Pat to not lie in the middle of the road, please.'*

Mostly just incoherent...this latest one started with him claiming to have been kicked out of his house (which he hadn't) and not really remembering how he'd ended up on campus. I ended up getting out of bed to find him and making him sleep on my couch when I couldn't convince him to go home.

Aw that's much less fun.
Stupid boy.

So, I've been pretty much working my ass off these last 3-4 months. Much of that time was spent on the big project proposal, even though this would really be the project owner/director's job, not mine - but she wasn't around for much of the time and she also knows that I would do a better job than her. I was also the one who was asked to present it in front of the decision board.

Now, in the project proposal the job that I'll probably be doing within the project was on a higher payband than what I am now. I didn't put that in - my boss (who's also been the project director so far) did. It also puts the position at the same pay level as several other jobs within the project, and quite rightly so. The project proposal is accepted, champagne all around, and we get the money.

I ask about the change in payband, thinking that if they put it in the proposal they had a reason to do so. Problem is that this would put me on the same payband as my boss, who put the change in payband in the proposal to begin with.

So now, suddenly, she's got doubts. Can she really justify the change in payband that she came up with, that her own boss okayed and that was in the proposal that the bigwigs accepted? Seems like she's not sure. After all, I would suddenly make more than others in our office and the same amount as her. If anyone else got that position that I'm supposed to get, she'd be okay with them being on the same payband as her... but if it's someone in her own office. Hmm.

Since I'm about to go on leave for three weeks and won't see her for a while, I can't talk this over with her. However, she can be pretty damn sure to get a letter pressing all the guilt buttons and telling her that she's basically breaking her word. The cow.

*hugs*

grrrrrrrrrr

Oh man. DON'T let her get away with it.
Way to make someone identify with his workplace.

*hug*

Thanks... I'll definitely argue my side of this and I will tell her that I won't particularly feel committed to her or the organisation with this sort of thing going on. I'm not sure I can do anything not to let her get away with it.

To myself:

I'm an idiot... I thought I'd posted this in the 'workplace rants' thread... (Idiot.)

Signed,

Idiot

it is not my fault that your software is backordered, lady. neither is it the fault of the agent with whom you spoke yesterday.
don't yell at me.
especially when i'm telling you that there's no way for us to tell if the CDs are backordered before we order them.
don't fucking yell at me.

Kim,

I normally skip over the obituaries because it seems so morbid to read about the demise of others. Your photo stood out, because you reminded me of one of my brother's ex-girlfriends. She even shared your name. When I read the obituary, I realized that you worked at my brother's former company. You might have even passed each other in the halls. I was struck by the fact that you are my age. Yet here I am still living and breathing and following my daily routine, and you are gone, felled by a brain tumor. My prayers go out to your family and especially to your husband of 13 years, who must be feeling tremendous grief over your loss. "Not content to wait for retirement, the two sailed, climbed, danced, laughed, ate and drank in cities and small towns the world over." That is my philosophy in life, to live to the fullest extent while you can, instead of waiting until it is too late. In your honor, I am dedicating the rest of this day to you. Because you were a consummate world traveler, an avid reader and a chocoholic just like me, I will plan my next vacation, read my favorite book and eat chocolate in your memory.
May you rest in peace.