I'm killing time for an hour, until I can snag a snack and a beverage and plonk myself down on the bed in front of the TV and see my Dean and my Sam and HOPEFULLY my Bobby again. At least, I *hope* that's what I'll be seeing, I hope Eric hasn't done/doesn't do anything too fiendish to them over the summer.
It's bad enough that there's no more
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I worked five years at the local newspaper and got a grand total of 25 cents an hour in raises in that time. These were the fuckheads who tried to fire me without grounds when I was seven months pregnant, for which I'd promised to sue their asses into the ground. For the rest of the time I worked there, the editor communicated with me by leaving notes on my desk while I was in the bathroom or after I went home for the day. When we finally got the boy's massive hospital bill paid off nearly three years later, I saved my vacation to use as notice (which meant they had no time to find a replacement for me) and skipped out the door in absolute glee.
ETA: I have no idea why that comment double-posted.
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Go, you for bailing with a smile. I'd love to do that one day.
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Word! Although like I said, can you IMAGINE them trying to do compliance training in India? I think they're making a HUGE mistake, but then, I always thought that would be a job for life, since everybody gets sick....
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