Tagged: work

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video: did you know…?

Turns out that my parents’ internet is still functioning and my connectivity is secure and no one’s really “done” with working for the holidays, so I’ll have a while to myself at the house today anyway. I did try to...

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adobe: have a good book nearby

Why is it that the day or two after you refuse a new job offer, your own job stinks even worse than usual? After mulling it over and weighing pros and cons, I decided that my current job is best...

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work: what me, hireable?

I had my “on-site” interview today, actually meeting the federal client and seeing where I might work. I’m still deciding what I want to do, but I can’t help wear a smile and perhaps a slight swagger. Being in-demand, professionally,...

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TGIF: the ultimate battle?

Every time I see this t-shirt advertised on the Overcompensating comic feed, it makes me laugh. And I’m betting it would be a much better fight than robots vs. werewolves. Oddly enough with my recent t-shirt addictions, this one just...

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video: three is too many

So I broke a 5-year streak and went on an interview today. It was for a job that’s similar to what I’m doing now, but might focus more on the parts of my job that I enjoy and have very...

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office: Pet Peeve #732

If I may take a moment to rant… Here’s a clipped image of an e-mail sent out this morning regarding a going away luncheon for an employee that’s leaving. From the blurry mass next to To: and the opening “Everyone,”...

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work: Repent and Live

I have mentioned before that I’m like management poison? Hmm, yes I have, sort of. Our team used to be huge, then it shrank right around the time that the contract was going through layoffs, so it was a “good”...

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thanksgiving: Oh the humanity!

Had a very nice Thanksgiving with my friend Kyle and his visiting sister at CommonWealth down the street from us. It was my first time going, but it most certainly won’t be my last. Being the UK-phile that I am,...

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holiday: La Bouche Thursday

As Kyle and I were making our way through glasses of sangria and litres of his unpronounceable heifer-something beer, we declared that night a Bon Jovi Friday, even though it wasn’t really one. However we knew that the next Wednesday...