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May. 29th, 2003 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseThe day is almost over. Getting my laundry done, catching up on my friends list, actually making dinner ... just being a homebody tonight.
Well ... something happened at work today that I couldn't exactly write about at work, since the official word hasn't come down, and there were a few co-workers milling about the office (not near my cube, but still in the building...), so I didn't want to write it out and have a muckety-muck come up to my desk and see what I was writing.
But, enough of that pomp-and-circumstance, eh? Don't know if I'd mentioned it here, but our receptionist (my replacement after I moved up from the front desk to a plot in the cube farm in the back) was not the best when it came to attendance. There may have been other issues - don't know the whole story, just what I witnessed in person. Anyways, apparently she was told, in so many words, to start looking for another job. That's definitely a nice way of telling someone that they're canned, if I say so.
Now, here's where something interesting steps in: if I remember right, when our receptionist was hired - Sherry mentioned that she wished that I had a hand in things. Well, at least in the training for the receptionist. That's no problem, as I did that job for about 4 1/2 years. And I don't think it would be too cocky of me to want to have even an inkling of involvement in hiring the replacement. If nothing else, I could have *some* input on who would be a good candidate, or in the later interviews, I could talk about the day-to-day at the front desk with potential interviewees.
And that was my big news today.
In other news and babbling ... Did anyone else watch The Pulse to see Mike Tyson pretty much committing career (and social) suicide? I'd almost say that Greta Van Sustern was handing Mike the rope to hang himself - but he was already there, just needed someone to tie the noose for him.
Is it possible that Desiree Washington lied? Who knows. Did Mike Tyson actually rape her? Possibly. There are so many loopholes in that case - so much "he said, she said" ... and Mike's basically saying that he was so pissed off that he wanted to rape the gal - well that was just the fait accompli on his career suicide, cementing his reputation as an out of control individual, someone in dire need of about ten lifetimes of psychiatric care - and some heavy-duty psychotropic drugs. (Yet, I don't think there's enough Haldol, Lithium and Paxil in the world to keep him in line.)
And so concludes my amateur-ish review of that interview. I've got laundry to finish up.
Finally, thanks to Kellie![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sigmaration for giving me a good laugh tonight. We were discussing our inability to attend the BNL show in Toronto on June 21st (largely due to lack of funds) - I mentioned that I thought that PrideFest was that weekend anyways ... and that I knew where my priorities lie. Spending an afternoon ogling Steven Page? Or spending the afternoon ogling daddy bears and other varieties of gay men? {Yes, as a feminist, I feel it's my duty to objectify men by ogling them whenever possible ... hehe}
Her response? "What's the difference?"
I love her. She manages to crack me up when I'm having wierd days. :)
Well ... something happened at work today that I couldn't exactly write about at work, since the official word hasn't come down, and there were a few co-workers milling about the office (not near my cube, but still in the building...), so I didn't want to write it out and have a muckety-muck come up to my desk and see what I was writing.
But, enough of that pomp-and-circumstance, eh? Don't know if I'd mentioned it here, but our receptionist (my replacement after I moved up from the front desk to a plot in the cube farm in the back) was not the best when it came to attendance. There may have been other issues - don't know the whole story, just what I witnessed in person. Anyways, apparently she was told, in so many words, to start looking for another job. That's definitely a nice way of telling someone that they're canned, if I say so.
Now, here's where something interesting steps in: if I remember right, when our receptionist was hired - Sherry mentioned that she wished that I had a hand in things. Well, at least in the training for the receptionist. That's no problem, as I did that job for about 4 1/2 years. And I don't think it would be too cocky of me to want to have even an inkling of involvement in hiring the replacement. If nothing else, I could have *some* input on who would be a good candidate, or in the later interviews, I could talk about the day-to-day at the front desk with potential interviewees.
And that was my big news today.
In other news and babbling ... Did anyone else watch The Pulse to see Mike Tyson pretty much committing career (and social) suicide? I'd almost say that Greta Van Sustern was handing Mike the rope to hang himself - but he was already there, just needed someone to tie the noose for him.
Is it possible that Desiree Washington lied? Who knows. Did Mike Tyson actually rape her? Possibly. There are so many loopholes in that case - so much "he said, she said" ... and Mike's basically saying that he was so pissed off that he wanted to rape the gal - well that was just the fait accompli on his career suicide, cementing his reputation as an out of control individual, someone in dire need of about ten lifetimes of psychiatric care - and some heavy-duty psychotropic drugs. (Yet, I don't think there's enough Haldol, Lithium and Paxil in the world to keep him in line.)
And so concludes my amateur-ish review of that interview. I've got laundry to finish up.
Finally, thanks to Kellie
sigmaration for giving me a good laugh tonight. We were discussing our inability to attend the BNL show in Toronto on June 21st (largely due to lack of funds) - I mentioned that I thought that PrideFest was that weekend anyways ... and that I knew where my priorities lie. Spending an afternoon ogling Steven Page? Or spending the afternoon ogling daddy bears and other varieties of gay men? {Yes, as a feminist, I feel it's my duty to objectify men by ogling them whenever possible ... hehe}Her response? "What's the difference?"
I love her. She manages to crack me up when I'm having wierd days. :)
