First of all, I didn't get a chance to blog yesterday, so I'm a day late, BUT -
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JB!!!!
Also, below I've pasted my favorite experiment from John's previous post. I want to find this kid, and beat him. They're giving these boys prizes? And if his "study" is worthy of second place, why in the world did they give first place to a girl? Why allow girls to enter the Science Fair at all? Science has nothing to do with raising babies.
2nd Place: "Women Were Designed For Homemaking"
Jonathan Goode (grade 7) applied findings from many fields of science to support his conclusion that God designed women for homemaking: physics shows that women have a lower center of gravity than men, making them more suited to carrying groceries and laundry baskets; biology shows that women were designed to carry un-born babies in their wombs and to feed born babies milk, making them the natural choice for child rearing; social sciences show that the wages for women workers are lower than for normal workers, meaning that they are unable to work as well and thus earn equal pay; and exegetics shows that God created Eve as a companion for Adam, not as a co-worker.
now Margaret, we all know that you can't get true satisfaction from money. Of course, the person that said that isn't paying my bills. Honestly, that would be extremely satisfying.
So, it turns out I'm a bit resistant to lidocaine - I had two cavities filled today, and it took three times the normal amount of anesthetic to numb me. Now, four hours later, I'm still numb. FUN!
Guess who worked 33 hours straight after having worked 14 hours the day before!
I am at home. I refuse to go in today although I have not (officially) been told by Cheray I don't have to come in. More later on how her communication is always lacking, poorly-timed, and ambiguous. I did actually already do an hour of work today on my own volition to get ready for next week but that's all I'm doing today.
I have two bosses now, one who is good (Bo) and one who sucks (Cheray).
Bo gave me a deadline in advance (imagine that) for Wednesday at 4. I met that deadline. He told me to go home and that I did a great job for him without much notice (he had told me the night before and I had worked until about 10 that night to make sure I'd meet his deadline the next day).
However, I could not go home. I got broadsided with no warning by Cheray and had to work from 4pm Wednesday until 2pm the next day for her to help out her team (that I am really only supposed to dedicate a small fraction of my time to now). She is horrible at communicating and managing...she never tells me when anything is due unless it's the same day she tells me for the first time about something...this is after she wasted three days last week before reviewing my piece of the work for her team's deliverable. I finally got fed up and put my piece out on the network and told her to look at it when she got the chance since she obviously wasn't going to come by like she promised over and over again. She is extremely rude. She tells you she's coming by and never does. I've just gotten to the point where I just leave if it's after 5pm (I'm the same level as her in the firm so I feel like it gives me a little leverage). Everyone on the project has told me this. She makes people feel like they have to sit arond for HOURS. The jr. people on the team tell me sometimes they sit around for five HOURS waiting for her to come by because she tells them she is going to come by in 5 MINUTES. They end up staying at the office until 7 or 8 on a regular basis needlessly because she never comes by and they eventually just give up and go home. She is really hurting their opinions of the firm and cutting into their personal lives for no reason.
Back to the 33 hours...predictably by 5:30am, her team created a load of steaming crap filled with errors that wasn't even what the client really wanted because somebody (Cheray) didn't bother to clarify their requirements before making everybody on her team work through the night to the next afternoon. The deadline then shifted to about 10am by her taking a train up to our Philly office and planning on delivering the item in person by grabbing everything off our VPN. My piece of the work comes at the end of their process. I had to make changes to my app starting at 7am when her team had finally finished their reports creation process (which as mentioned before the client didn't like). Extremely rushed and them not giving me database tables with names I had asked for, it of course created a bunch of problems with my application which took until 1:30pm to sort out.
She's going to make them do it again next week. I can feel it. I am not doing that again. I really need to talk to her about giving people notice and communicating deadlines in advance. She literally said to me at 4pm Wednesday, "This must be done by 5:30 am." Unacceptable.
Michael
I am at home. I refuse to go in today although I have not (officially) been told by Cheray I don't have to come in. More later on how her communication is always lacking, poorly-timed, and ambiguous. I did actually already do an hour of work today on my own volition to get ready for next week but that's all I'm doing today.
I have two bosses now, one who is good (Bo) and one who sucks (Cheray).
Bo gave me a deadline in advance (imagine that) for Wednesday at 4. I met that deadline. He told me to go home and that I did a great job for him without much notice (he had told me the night before and I had worked until about 10 that night to make sure I'd meet his deadline the next day).
However, I could not go home. I got broadsided with no warning by Cheray and had to work from 4pm Wednesday until 2pm the next day for her to help out her team (that I am really only supposed to dedicate a small fraction of my time to now). She is horrible at communicating and managing...she never tells me when anything is due unless it's the same day she tells me for the first time about something...this is after she wasted three days last week before reviewing my piece of the work for her team's deliverable. I finally got fed up and put my piece out on the network and told her to look at it when she got the chance since she obviously wasn't going to come by like she promised over and over again. She is extremely rude. She tells you she's coming by and never does. I've just gotten to the point where I just leave if it's after 5pm (I'm the same level as her in the firm so I feel like it gives me a little leverage). Everyone on the project has told me this. She makes people feel like they have to sit arond for HOURS. The jr. people on the team tell me sometimes they sit around for five HOURS waiting for her to come by because she tells them she is going to come by in 5 MINUTES. They end up staying at the office until 7 or 8 on a regular basis needlessly because she never comes by and they eventually just give up and go home. She is really hurting their opinions of the firm and cutting into their personal lives for no reason.
Back to the 33 hours...predictably by 5:30am, her team created a load of steaming crap filled with errors that wasn't even what the client really wanted because somebody (Cheray) didn't bother to clarify their requirements before making everybody on her team work through the night to the next afternoon. The deadline then shifted to about 10am by her taking a train up to our Philly office and planning on delivering the item in person by grabbing everything off our VPN. My piece of the work comes at the end of their process. I had to make changes to my app starting at 7am when her team had finally finished their reports creation process (which as mentioned before the client didn't like). Extremely rushed and them not giving me database tables with names I had asked for, it of course created a bunch of problems with my application which took until 1:30pm to sort out.
She's going to make them do it again next week. I can feel it. I am not doing that again. I really need to talk to her about giving people notice and communicating deadlines in advance. She literally said to me at 4pm Wednesday, "This must be done by 5:30 am." Unacceptable.
Michael
Jelani, I hope you're getting good and worried about Tropical Depression Eleven.
Looks like Mother Nature is throwing everything she has at Florida. Even the kitchen sink.
Looks like Mother Nature is throwing everything she has at Florida. Even the kitchen sink.
Bloggers of Fairness are Mine,
Since my last blog, I had been out of school for five days, Himmicane Ivan was a Category 2 storm, Grenada was a cute little island, Jamaica was a great vacation spot for reasons no one seem to remember (we'll attibute that to their amazing herbal remedies) and Jacksonville was virtually safe. Well, much has changed since then. Grenada is still a cute little island that is 90% in ruins; Jamaica has become a great surfing location for the extreme surfers and the world's number one vacation spot not to be seen at right now; Himmicane Ivan was a 5, kicked Grenada in the nuts, down graded to a four, squared off with Jamaica and is looking forward to open waters so that it has the chance to regain is category 5 status just before it finishes Florida off. As for Jacksonville, the panic is already here and merchants are running out of (in this order) beer, gas and bottled water. Florida, still reeling from the effects of Hurricanes Bonnie and Frances and Himmicane Charley, is pretty fcuk-ed if Ivan decides to pay a visit. I went to work one day this week, because they fear that we may not go to work next week. Ah Florida living.
On a lighter note, someone has been able to hold my attention for longer than a week. I'm scared.
Since my last blog, I had been out of school for five days, Himmicane Ivan was a Category 2 storm, Grenada was a cute little island, Jamaica was a great vacation spot for reasons no one seem to remember (we'll attibute that to their amazing herbal remedies) and Jacksonville was virtually safe. Well, much has changed since then. Grenada is still a cute little island that is 90% in ruins; Jamaica has become a great surfing location for the extreme surfers and the world's number one vacation spot not to be seen at right now; Himmicane Ivan was a 5, kicked Grenada in the nuts, down graded to a four, squared off with Jamaica and is looking forward to open waters so that it has the chance to regain is category 5 status just before it finishes Florida off. As for Jacksonville, the panic is already here and merchants are running out of (in this order) beer, gas and bottled water. Florida, still reeling from the effects of Hurricanes Bonnie and Frances and Himmicane Charley, is pretty fcuk-ed if Ivan decides to pay a visit. I went to work one day this week, because they fear that we may not go to work next week. Ah Florida living.
On a lighter note, someone has been able to hold my attention for longer than a week. I'm scared.
http://weblog.herald.com/column/davebarry/
So many excellent posts to look at here. The track of Hurricane Ivan, the sports headline of the day, etc...take a look. I LOVE the track of Hurricane Ivan.
So many excellent posts to look at here. The track of Hurricane Ivan, the sports headline of the day, etc...take a look. I LOVE the track of Hurricane Ivan.
Hm...not much blogging lately. For shame. With so much to talk about - Frances, Ivan, the elections, puppies shooting bad men - I'd think the Blog would be just BUBBLING with conversation.
For shame.
Jelani - what did you Floridians DO? Someone is ANGRY with y'all. Charley knocked Florida down, Frances kicked Florida a few times, now it seems that Ivan is coming to finish the job. This is a bad scene.
Anyone read about Bush's declaration that OB-GYNs should be free to love their women, or whatever he said? Can someone find a quote? Pretty bad.
For shame.
Jelani - what did you Floridians DO? Someone is ANGRY with y'all. Charley knocked Florida down, Frances kicked Florida a few times, now it seems that Ivan is coming to finish the job. This is a bad scene.
Anyone read about Bush's declaration that OB-GYNs should be free to love their women, or whatever he said? Can someone find a quote? Pretty bad.
It's news stories like these that restore my faith in humanity.
http://edition.cnn.com/2004/US/09/08/pitchfork.robbery.ap/index.html
http://edition.cnn.com/2004/US/09/08/pitchfork.robbery.ap/index.html
My fellow bloggers,
Hurricane/Tropical Storm/ Hurricane Frances has left the Jacksonville area and I am still alive. There are tree parts in the streets and major parts of the city are still without power, but nothing major (i.e. flooding, felled structures, etc.). I think my school will follow suit with public schools and remain closed tomorrow, which now gives me a five day weekend. Yes! In any event, we now look forward to Ivan, which has already upgraded to a category two storm and is headed our way (Florida that is, not Jacksonville per se).
Love, peace and hair grease.
Hurricane/Tropical Storm/ Hurricane Frances has left the Jacksonville area and I am still alive. There are tree parts in the streets and major parts of the city are still without power, but nothing major (i.e. flooding, felled structures, etc.). I think my school will follow suit with public schools and remain closed tomorrow, which now gives me a five day weekend. Yes! In any event, we now look forward to Ivan, which has already upgraded to a category two storm and is headed our way (Florida that is, not Jacksonville per se).
Love, peace and hair grease.
Rob's older! Whoohooo!!!!!!
Secondly, last night we went out for out Friday Guys Night Out (it's been our tradition for the last two years). Anyway, my drink of choice was the hurricane because the irony (or symbolism or freaky coinkydink (sp)) was just too tempting to pass up. White at the bar, we figured it was two sizes to small night because everyone there was bursting out of their clothes. We did, however, see this amazing couple. The girl was maybe 6' 3" and built like a cow and the guy was about two to three inches shorter than me (I'm 5'9", but I tell girls 5"10" - it doesn't work) and built like a healthy toothpick. They were pretty much "doin' it" on the dance floor and it was hilarious. I was on my fifth or sixth hurricane by this time, so put yourselves in my shoes and enjoy the hilarity.
Well, the hurricane hasn't hit us yet. Some people are boarding up their houses and businesses, while others are buying more booze. I think this will either pass over us or make Aesop a happy man since his grasshopper and ant story would have played out in real life.
I am really bored as hell and Zonald and I have decided to start drinking the wine that I have collected. We thought it was too early to go out and drink, but late enough to drink at home. Lesson: Old wine is not really all that great, but sweet Romanian wine rocks!
Feel free to call me and make sure I'm ok. I'm ok, so don't worry about calling.
Secondly, last night we went out for out Friday Guys Night Out (it's been our tradition for the last two years). Anyway, my drink of choice was the hurricane because the irony (or symbolism or freaky coinkydink (sp)) was just too tempting to pass up. White at the bar, we figured it was two sizes to small night because everyone there was bursting out of their clothes. We did, however, see this amazing couple. The girl was maybe 6' 3" and built like a cow and the guy was about two to three inches shorter than me (I'm 5'9", but I tell girls 5"10" - it doesn't work) and built like a healthy toothpick. They were pretty much "doin' it" on the dance floor and it was hilarious. I was on my fifth or sixth hurricane by this time, so put yourselves in my shoes and enjoy the hilarity.
Well, the hurricane hasn't hit us yet. Some people are boarding up their houses and businesses, while others are buying more booze. I think this will either pass over us or make Aesop a happy man since his grasshopper and ant story would have played out in real life.
I am really bored as hell and Zonald and I have decided to start drinking the wine that I have collected. We thought it was too early to go out and drink, but late enough to drink at home. Lesson: Old wine is not really all that great, but sweet Romanian wine rocks!
Feel free to call me and make sure I'm ok. I'm ok, so don't worry about calling.
Man, did we Florida-folk screw up with God somewhere?!? He is giving us the royal kickdown. In any event, don't worry about me. I am being safe. I bought beer and wine to celebrate survival or to forget total loss and doom. Actually, many people are planning hurricane parties - fun! So, if I am not here Tuesday morning, just know I am somewhere warm or hot as hell.
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