tofurky is wrong
How can i tell my TDay hosts that tofurky is just plain wrong. BBQ or not. Ick. If you're veg you shouldn't eat things that are imitating meat, because pretend meat is just plain gross. Has none of the good qualities of meat: juiciness, texture, flavor! One more thing to add to the dry cornbread dressing pile on the side of the plate.
I am such a weinie. I'm all upset because my no good boss is coming up to the facility next week to sit in on my meeting with the marketing guy. Why is he showing an interest all of a sudden? I think when the big cheese was here, he might've been given a message that he wasn't participating enough. So now I get a no frills email with a flight itinerary and an agenda. Seriously, that's it. Top of the agenda? Performance reviews. Uh, how is he going to do that since he doesn't know what we do up here? I shouldn't be so harsh, he's just trying to do his job. I was just so looking forward to moving out of his shadow and handling the marketing guy on my own. Not to be.
Interviews are going well. Too well. Too many choices and people with completely different skill sets. I could hire the great packaging designer who has an affinity for wine. Or I could go for the young marketing gal who was going to start her own wine oriented business and is rip roaring ready to go. Or, there's the recently laid off distributor and ex barrel sales guy who is a true sales guy and knows the wine market but nothing about print and is more mature (older). Need to check references and start a pro and con list. I feel good that I posted on winejobs.com and not on craigslist, that would've been a nightmare. As it is, going through 30 or so apps where two thirds of them don't even bother to write a cover letter is very depressing. This is a SALES job! so SELL ME!
My man is punky. Not quite sick, but definitely not well. Headache and snarfiness. Poor baby. And we've started giving bisquit the prozac which seems to be working, but she's still scratching at her eye. Might have to put the collar on her, oh yes, she'll love that. I should be in bed, but for some reason the funk is lingering. I've been so good about going to the gym even through all of the chaos. two days a week with trainer and at least two days on my own. Wish I could lose weight, but at least I'm healthy. Still....
Ah. Midnight. i need to go to bed. Tomorrow will be catch up as everyone is gone from work: T with family, A in Hawaii (lucky dog!)
I am such a weinie. I'm all upset because my no good boss is coming up to the facility next week to sit in on my meeting with the marketing guy. Why is he showing an interest all of a sudden? I think when the big cheese was here, he might've been given a message that he wasn't participating enough. So now I get a no frills email with a flight itinerary and an agenda. Seriously, that's it. Top of the agenda? Performance reviews. Uh, how is he going to do that since he doesn't know what we do up here? I shouldn't be so harsh, he's just trying to do his job. I was just so looking forward to moving out of his shadow and handling the marketing guy on my own. Not to be.
Interviews are going well. Too well. Too many choices and people with completely different skill sets. I could hire the great packaging designer who has an affinity for wine. Or I could go for the young marketing gal who was going to start her own wine oriented business and is rip roaring ready to go. Or, there's the recently laid off distributor and ex barrel sales guy who is a true sales guy and knows the wine market but nothing about print and is more mature (older). Need to check references and start a pro and con list. I feel good that I posted on winejobs.com and not on craigslist, that would've been a nightmare. As it is, going through 30 or so apps where two thirds of them don't even bother to write a cover letter is very depressing. This is a SALES job! so SELL ME!
My man is punky. Not quite sick, but definitely not well. Headache and snarfiness. Poor baby. And we've started giving bisquit the prozac which seems to be working, but she's still scratching at her eye. Might have to put the collar on her, oh yes, she'll love that. I should be in bed, but for some reason the funk is lingering. I've been so good about going to the gym even through all of the chaos. two days a week with trainer and at least two days on my own. Wish I could lose weight, but at least I'm healthy. Still....
Ah. Midnight. i need to go to bed. Tomorrow will be catch up as everyone is gone from work: T with family, A in Hawaii (lucky dog!)