After working at the Lezzie Farm for a year and a half, and hearing God-knows-how-many stories about vibrators and shoe shopping, I was pleasantly surprised yesterday to find myself assigned to a team consisting - at least, as far as I could see - solely of guys.  I am the only one without an XY.  Conversations about menstrual woes have been ( Read more... )

Job-wise, I am fucked.  Well, not quite.  Taken out to dinner and slipped the tongue on the goodnight kiss, maybe, but on Wednesday I have an interview to further the possibility of turning this 90-day term into something a little more indeterminate, and then I am fucked.  I don't interview well.  Note to self: do not use the word "erect" at all ( Read more... )

Happy Tax Day!

(I suppose I should write about the job, but this was my first day, so I'd rather wait until I have a more definitive idea of what it's like. So I'll close with...)

Happy Tax Day!

In a one-week period, I quit both my jobs. I gave my two weeks' notice at the Lezzie Farm on the 13th (which went a lot better than the last Friday the 13th) since I had to be out of there by the 30th. Mandee said she's going to cry, to which I channelled Sabrina Fairchild and replied, "It's nothing to cry about!" resisting all the while the urge ( Read more... )

Oh, dear. Apparently the stylistic errors in my last post were so glaring that they distracted all who read it from the fact that I was talking about seeing my brother when in fact I'm an only child. I believe magicians refer to this as "diversion".

Marilyn busted Bill and me in the hallway again. *sigh* He's on nights until the end of this ( Read more... )

( A vast improvement )

Alive!  Sixty-two more working days to go.  Highlights ( Read more... )

Happiness is flying down Meadowood, singing unselfconsciously along with 'I Held [Him] in My Arms' by the Violent Femmes (lyrics perhaps amended to reflect the sexual preferences of the guest vocalist). Fortunately for the general population, it was too cold to have the windows rolled down ( Read more... )

One week ( Read more... )

Two weeks.  Bleah.

I share a wall with the file room, and, as I sit and work, can hear the gentle thud of files whose last two numbers are between 00 and 14 as they get put back in their rightful places.  I am used to these gentle thuds.  I was therefore alarmed today when I heard an entirely different noise.  I swear, my first thought was that our ( Read more... )