tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.comments2008-11-25T17:35:26.791-08:00FogCityLolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245397113080049566noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-81857154734848985472008-11-25T17:35:00.000-08:002008-11-25T17:35:00.000-08:00the printer thing... it's a non-profit for petessakes! time for a reality check "UW"!Carolinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422435977891831500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-32645135468629020832008-11-20T20:57:00.000-08:002008-11-20T20:57:00.000-08:00Huh. I thought going "offline" = gossip and freedom to say the word "fuck" a lot.fitforafemmehttp://fitforafemme.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-86942551372107904682008-11-12T13:58:00.000-08:002008-11-12T13:58:00.000-08:00Shannon: She got fired, so, no need. :)FogCityLolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245397113080049566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-67774364870136788252008-11-11T21:56:00.000-08:002008-11-11T21:56:00.000-08:00i've read "get at my neck" about ten times now and it keeps cracking me up. you are fucking hilariouskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14647372752425400438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-78099527842910994492008-11-11T20:50:00.000-08:002008-11-11T20:50:00.000-08:00In your previous post "notes from the new job" you mention that your boss is somewhat preoccupied with other's breasts. Don't you think that this is also likened to the sexual harrassment that the women of the sixties experienced? <BR/><BR/>Pulling you aside and quietly letting you know of the dress code is one thing. But to put to full attention that you "could show cleavage" is quite another. And also a coworker having to staple their top together so that they too should not show cleavage is sexual harrassment. I would have this person's ass out the door thanks to a court order.C Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01852416785194927222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-15001763337239375642008-11-11T10:26:00.000-08:002008-11-11T10:26:00.000-08:00When I first saw the topic of this blog I scanned down the list to see if "Reach Out" was on there. Thank you for including this ridiculously sweetified version of the perfectly acceptable word, "contact."Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08435367989153567353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-44756265557598957372008-11-11T10:09:00.000-08:002008-11-11T10:09:00.000-08:00Because I am lazy, I demand that you move your fabulous blog to wordpress.<BR/><BR/>Actually, a chiropractor once successfully hit on me and asked me out during/after an adjustment. He was ten years older than me, almost, and I was, like, twenty at the time. Maybe even 19. Gross, right? <BR/><BR/>In retrospect, it totally makes sense because I had no idea I was a dyke yet. I was v. confused. <BR/><BR/>Also: <BR/><BR/>1. He was a newly-hella-skinny-was-MAJOR-tubbie, flesh-colored blade of hopeless insecurity. <BR/><BR/>2. His mothers were awesome lesbians with a giant mansion in St. Helena. I should have stayed friends with them. Their guest house was amazing, with a lovely creek and everything. <BR/><BR/>3. He made me go to an ashram. AN ASHRAM. I got up at, like, 4am on New Years Day to spend the morning meditating at an ashram, for fuck's sake. The New Year. <BR/><BR/>4. That fucker was awful in bed. I know, I'm a lesbian, but STILL. It wasn't just the peen, he was FUCKING AWFUL IN BED. Motivational speaker awful.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, he was a total freakshow. He didn't even "listen to music." Just Black Sabbath sometimes in his stupid BMW, and nothing else. WTF?<BR/><BR/>What I'm saying is this: You think you do, but you don't really want your hottie doctor to hit on you. See where it'll get you? <BR/><BR/>AN ASHRAM.fitforafemmehttp://fitforafemme.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-89522003061610268342008-11-11T09:29:00.000-08:002008-11-11T09:29:00.000-08:00oh thank god i thought you were preggo!<BR/>don't scare a girl like that! we need some chocotini time in our Great City b4 u bear childrenCarolinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422435977891831500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-84740018386002541092008-11-11T07:55:00.000-08:002008-11-11T07:55:00.000-08:00Oh My GOD! You are so funny! I'm so sick and it hurts to laugh right now, but I couldn't stop reading!C Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01852416785194927222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-83154403304179678582008-11-10T22:36:00.000-08:002008-11-10T22:36:00.000-08:00I'm much better with kids than electronic devices.<BR/><BR/>Also, AHH! An anonymous commenter! You have no idea how crazy it makes me... :)<BR/><BR/>Also, Shimoney: Great tip!FogCityLolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245397113080049566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-16176178915359952742008-11-10T22:28:00.000-08:002008-11-10T22:28:00.000-08:00Here's the thing sweetie, love you, will never let you babysit my children:)Journalism 101http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910425950172080414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-23495878446494223672008-11-08T15:52:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:52:00.000-08:00Note to everyone: Most waterlogged electronics can be salvaged by doing the following:<BR/><BR/>Take out battery immediately, dunk electronic item in distilled water (grocery store) to wash out the liquid involved (corrosive, bodily, whatever). Dry for a long time in very low heat oven, warm dry place etc... Put battery back in. Tadaaa.Shimonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829036655080081195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-27788463513899130492008-11-08T15:51:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:51:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Shimonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829036655080081195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-73466851283258149912008-11-08T15:48:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:48:00.000-08:00Ok seriously, she asked someone to staple their top? That's incredible. Sometimes I think my straight-guy-filled office is the least sexually harrassing environment ever.Shimonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829036655080081195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-40909642139897683942008-11-08T15:46:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:46:00.000-08:00Haha I thought bandwidth and taking it offline were techie company code phrases. Sorry to hear they've leaked to the regular office. I'll watch out at the office for more phrases and send them your way. Great blog btw :)Shimonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829036655080081195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-76050402777973214612008-11-07T15:47:00.000-08:002008-11-07T15:47:00.000-08:00oooo..I went in there when I came up to the city last summer. It is indeed most beautiful!Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715021784680888723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-34114370292937457652008-11-03T08:50:00.000-08:002008-11-03T08:50:00.000-08:00Oh I can relate to this all too well. Except for maybe the Chinese Irish guy...mine is Korean Irish. :-)<BR/>love your bloggin girlie!mamamarybloghttp://mamamaryblog.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-70877010567432917742008-10-23T18:28:00.000-07:002008-10-23T18:28:00.000-07:00Like manna from heaven - is how joyous the return of your blogging is to meAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05588701024649848657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-71806303367264044112008-10-23T18:26:00.000-07:002008-10-23T18:26:00.000-07:00Am I watching an episode of "OfficeSpace...the Sitcom?" Insanity!!<BR/><BR/>just as I finished writing this comment - I read Jill's comment - we are so on the same page, girl.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05588701024649848657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-6092152614672319122008-10-21T15:37:00.000-07:002008-10-21T15:37:00.000-07:00...They've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were married, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it's not okay because if they take my stapler then I'll set the building on fire...Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14398423046598910970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-2463302309568564992008-10-21T14:58:00.000-07:002008-10-21T14:58:00.000-07:00Well now you don't have to worry about your boss reading the blog... or looking at your boobs!Margothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04220280313383681089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-36871747370334097742008-10-15T22:30:00.000-07:002008-10-15T22:30:00.000-07:00um....is this a blog??? or an artifact?Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05588701024649848657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-52855404742865176852008-09-23T14:18:00.000-07:002008-09-23T14:18:00.000-07:00When I first started reading this, I thought your boss was a man. Then I was confused as to why he was wearing Chico's everyday. Sounds like fun. I love it when people take their work so seriously that they need all-terrain high-performance REI clothes in which to do it.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08435367989153567353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-7956412051846557712008-09-17T16:30:00.000-07:002008-09-17T16:30:00.000-07:00oh my god, this makes me remember my Bay-Area non-profit stint. Having to use the politically correct of the moment code words, tipptoeing around the granolas, geehzzz.<BR/><BR/>P.S.- I have noticed that Banana Republic shirts do seem to be tailored for the tall woman, whose clevage starts somewhere around her waist. I pretend to be blissfully ignorant of this issue so I can keep wearing all my favorite cute tops!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07827552953538478929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329583598768814588.post-64769062326187530432008-09-15T15:10:00.000-07:002008-09-15T15:10:00.000-07:00No - you must KEEP your job and write - write all about it, and the rest of your life. Its genius! you could be the next perez. but much, I mean MUCH, more attractive.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05588701024649848657noreply@blogger.com