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Last week I received the news that my promotion has gone through. I'm excited to have new challenges, delighted that I received what I wanted without having to argue for it, and nervous because now I have to be responsible for things I've not done in an official capacity before. And this is where I turn to the Internet for help. I've got good, or at least very decent, people skills. I'm a great listener and I really do care and want the people who will be answering to me to be happy, or at least as happy as possible, with their jobs.And I know that eventually I will feel confident in my abilities as a manager. However, since I've never been trained for this position I feel the need to get up to speed. My company will be providing me with some professional development classes. But I have no idea when those will start, what they will entail,or how helpful I will find them.
So if any of y'all out there have found a book that you've liked, or a website that you've gained knowledge from, or even a lesson that you've learned and would like to share, I'm all ears. Or eyes, I guess.
One of the first photos that I uploaded on Flickr.
Seems appropriate that it would be one of the first photos I use with the new Vox/Flickr integration.
Combine one man who has been coughing less and less, but still coughing for almost a week with a woman who sounds like she totally rocked out with whiskey and cigarettes and loud shouting in a house where the Robitussin, Codeine cough syrup, and Chloraseptic are all out of date, and what do you get?
One person sleeping on the couch and one person in the bedroom. We'll see which loud person the cats choose to sleep with.
And why do I have to be sick for the 60-degree F week in Chicago in late November? Why can't I be sick when it is sleeting and 5-degrees F outside? What did I ever do to Murphy?
What's the most drastic change you've ever made to your appearance?
Submitted by Laurie.
In mid-April 1998, I walked into a hair salon. I had hair that was so long I sat on it. It was always getting tangled in seat cushions, wrapped around things behind me, blown in my face, blown in other people's faces and I was getting sick of it but nervous about getting it cut because it had been long since I was 5 (I was 26 at this time). I was working in a commercial photo lab and it was my responsibility to expose some sheets of film and process them first thing every morning. I was standing in the completely darkened room, loading the sheets of film into their metal bracket and I leaned forward to get the rack on the pulley system when just a few hairs got caught in the gear on the machine. I was instantly worried that I was going to get a chunk of my scalp ripped off so I fumbled (in complete darkness) for the scissors and cut the hair off when it was two inches from my head. Thankfully it was just a few hairs. Thankfully the machine had 30 second pauses between bursts of action. After leaving the room I called the salon where Andrew got his hair cut and made an appointment for the next day.
I arrived and this snarky, grumpy, rocker guy looked at my hair (my long-ass hippie do, as he called it) and asked me what I wanted. I said I wanted to go short. He said "How short?" I said I have a lot of cowlicks (I pointed them out) and said as short as you can and not have me look like Alfalfa's sister. "And!" I said, "And I want my hair to be the color of a glass of bordeaux." He promptly put my hair in a ponytail, snugged the elastic against the base of my skull and cut the hair between the band and my head. In 30 seconds I went from having 3 feet of hair to having stubble on the back of my head.
It was great!
How do you eat your pizza: folded, flat or with a fork and knife?
Submitted by danimass.
Since I live in Chicago, its with a fork and knife most of the time. Sometimes we get pizza that is thin crusted and I eat that flat. I never had the need to fold pizza in half till I got a slice in New York. And growing up in Ohio it always came cut into squares so we fought over the "corners" and ate them flat. And occasionally when we order a pizza at a bar, it gets cut with a coaster and we eat it with our hands even though we should use a fork and consequently we get pizza sauce and grease all over our beer glasses. But the bartender doesn't mind because we share.
What is your favorite scent?
Submitted by Erinen.
The magnolia trees that bloom in New Orleans. Flowers the size of your face that you can just bury yourself in. It's like sex, joy, love, giddiness, and satiation all in one sniff.
What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?
Submitted by Megan.
I've been looking forward to the final show of Project Runway for weeks! Not only do I get to see who wins, but II also get to stop obsessing about what the next show is going to hold. I'm totally addicted to this show and now that I know it won't be on for at least a few more months, but Wednesday's are now going to be TV free again and I'll be able to stop looking at all the back footage on the website. But! BUT! rrrrrr
Our Ti-faux seems to be not talking to our satellite (*I know the problems I have) so now I have to avoid all conversations with people because I don't want to find out who wins before I see it, but I have to stay away from the internet. Tomorrow night at 11 pm I'll be tuning in again, but oh boy am I annoyed know. I think I'm actually getting a cold sore over this.
*Yes, I realize that in the grand scheme of things this is not a big deal. I will see it, I will learn who won, I will enjoy the passing of another season. Considering all the problems I could have, but don't, this is an annoyance that will leave me shortly. Until then I shake my fist at my television.
Inspired by his Fuck Hummers photos, I decided to get a shot of one I saw while out with friends a few nights ago. I think I even said "George will appreciate this", while I took it.
Do you play any musical instruments?
Hahaha! Nope!
I can't even tell what instruments are being used during a song unless I'm watching the musician as they play. But I like music even though I can't dissect it, don't know what the difference is between harmony and melody, and can't carry a tune well enough to sing karaoke.
