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Yes, I'm in. Just have to wait till the director comes back from vacation. He's the one who has to go to bat for the jobs in that area. We're the big $$$ maker of the place. We tend to have less obstacles when it comes to hiring who we need. It will happen. It's just delayed a bit. I'm okay. I like the people I work with currently and will miss them a lot. I have no problem hanging a bit longer.
But yeah, it does suck, doesn't it? :rolleyes: WTF? Lol. *shrugs*
Dear eBay seller:
The rear derailleur you sold me is not a new take off. It is filthy, the pulleys have grease buildup on them, and there's even a scratch or two. Perhaps it is a take off from a prototype test bike. At least it doesn't seem to be worn.
Luckily I'll be using it with a 15 year old group set, so an "experienced" part isn't out of place.
Religious Zelot Dude:
What part of "Solicitors will be eaten" indicates a desire on my part to share your "good news"? :mad::mad::mad:
to whom it may concern (you know who you are)
written procedures REALLY work. Then someone else can help you out without having to ask you a dozen questions AND reinvent the wheel. You might try it sometime.
Mimi, that sounds like Dh's #1 complaint from work (at the Lazy B)Quote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
(SSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) I am not allowed to discuss company issues on here.
Solicitors will be eaten. I like that. With a chianti and fava beans, even.Quote:
Originally Posted by lauraelmore1033
Get your husband to answer the door naked a couple times for them and try to encourage them to stay. They will never return, I promise you. (I think they have some kind of problem with that...)Quote:
Originally Posted by tangentgirl
It is a pretty cool sign. You can see one here
DS#2 once answered the door stripped to his boxers when LDS missionaries were knocking. They ran like hell.
I'm sure they'd run like hell if I answered the door in my undies:rolleyes:...
when my son was 16 years old and 6'6" tall he had waist length wavy dirty blonde color hair and heavy black eyebrows. Since I am an escaped Mormon, I can recognize the missionaries at 50 paces and refuse to answer the door. I looked out one afternoon, uttered a profanity and told the kids that I was not home and I was not answering the door. My son replied very cooly, "that's cool mom, I'll deal with it."
When the door bell rang, he cracked the door just enough to let his hairy head, one eyebrow and part of his hairy chest show and said "yes?" in a very deep voice. When they had finished their explanation he held up one rather dirty finger (we had been out front planting things) and said "wait!" Then he leaned back away from the door and shouted "never mind the goat guys, I found a couple of virgins!" and then slammed the door shut lauging maniacally.
Strangely enough the missionaries and watch tower people never bothered us again so I guess those groups must share infromation.
I love my sons' quickness of wit and sense of humor.
too funny!
Marni, DS#2 also did this when he saw James Eldridge (do you remember him, the young guy who ran for the State legislature, from Acton) coming up our walk, campaigning. Scott thought he was a missionary, as he was wearing a white shirt and black pants. He opened the door and was really embarrassed; several of Josh's friends worked for Eldridge's campaign and there were a lot of connections. I welcomed him in and had to apologize to him by saying that my son thought he was a missionary, out to convert him.
Dear Weather Gods,
I'm begging you, please give us a break from this endless rain. Everyone is starting to be sad and grumpy all the time.
Thank you,
Your soon-to-be-growing-moss subject