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[AugustWest]

You'd be less likely to poison someone there, so that's a net gain for humanity.

Well maybe.  Wouldn't it depend on who you poisoned?

[Nabubrush]

Well maybe.  Wouldn't it depend on who you poisoned?

You monster! They're refugee children!

[AugustWest]

You monster! They're refugee children!

Oh yeah?  Well so was Hitler.

GODWIN'D!!!

[jay-ell]

Urrg, today I'm gonna spend an hour and a half dragging my 3 year old through Barnes & Noble looking for the books DeNiece and DeNephew want for their birthdays because I compared prices on BN.com and Amazon and BN was a few bucks cheaper plus I had some other stuff I wanted to look at there.

Then, at the register, I realized that in-store they charge LIST PRICE even though their online prices for these particular books are 30% off! I knew this was true of other places (Toys R Us is terrible about it), but I have never encountered this at BN.com before. But then, I usually buy books from Amazon because their prices are even lower than BN.com and the local store is one of the smaller BNs and doesn't usually have what I'm looking for in stock.

It kills me that if I'd ordered online and chosen the "pick up in-store" option I could have walked in and gotten the exact same books, not had to locate them myself, and paid $25 less. Now I'm going to have to order them online, wait for them to arrive, and then return these copies to the store. What a PITA.

So learn from my mistake: don't expect the prices of a brick-and-mortar store to be the same as their online counterpart. Grarg.

[AugustWest]

Welcome to 1997.

/undeserved snark.

[jay-ell]

I know! That's why I'm kicking myself. I should know better.

[jay-ell]

Monolithic technophobe.

[side_show]

my friend who is moving away is telling me about her 20-hour-a-week job mentoring little refugee kids. It sounds cool, because I love kids, but also, "Center for Survivors of Torture and War Trauma" is really intense and scary. She says she will put in good words for me if I want it, and they really really need male employees. I could do this and be making not horribly less than my current job, and get another part-time job or internship or volunteer position. Hmm.

That's awesome.  The need for male mentors in practiacally every program I've encountered is drastically disproportiionate the the need for females.  Don't be intimidated by the name of the program.  Universally, kids want someone to take an interest in them and make them feel special.  I'd imagine such a place has an extensive network of mental health workers for if disclosures and/or triggers occur.  Mentor rolls are almost all about active listening and setting and maintaining appropriate boundaries.

[theinevitable]

At a party with a bunch of Teach for America people. Wow. I am trying to not just say every mean thing. Weird that people going into this kind of program would have such a poor grasp of basic social issues.

 I never thought i would be semi-drunkenly yelling about the department of housing and urban development.

[wombat]

I never thought i would be semi-drunkenly yelling about the department of housing and urban development.

Our little Inev is growing up to be a very interesting person.

[theinevitable]

oh my god some of those people were so stupid. Talking to my roommate about his experiences at that party, apparently this girl was getting into stupid arguments all night, including about 9/11 conspiracy theories.

[wombat]

I've been there. Not with Smithsonian since I've always had a subscription, but elsewhere on the web. You're welcome/I'm sorry.

[Nabubrush]

New Yorker archives may just be for subscribers (unsure) but there's like 85 years of that shit out there.

[jay-ell]

Yesterday I'm gonna get a facial (not the sex kind) for the first time in ten years. I cannot believe how good my skin looks/feels. Also, there was an arm/shoulder massage involved, aaaahhh.

Today I'm gonna pick up Pedro from work, attend my daughter's last-day-of-school party at 11, meet my MIL for a kid hand-off at 11:45, drive to Boyface's school, have a conference about his transition to his new school at noon, attend his end-of-year party at 12:30, take Pedro back to work, drive to my MIL's, pick up my daughter, arrive home about 2:30, have a couple of hours to do housework and whatnot. Then at 4:45, Pedro arrives home, and at 5:10 I leave to take Boyface to speech therapy. We'll get home at 6:30, have a quick supper, and then I leave again at 8 to meet some friends at the game store for a few rounds of Munchkin.

Holy hell, it's a busy day.

[Carlos del Vaca]

I make heavy use of the flag/classification system in MS Outlook.  A red flag is something that is top priority, must be done today.  Green is regular priority.  Orange is low, get to this when you can but no biggie.  Purple is something that I've acted on, and now I'm waiting on someone else to do something, and I either have to make sure it gets done or take another action when I hear back from them.  My stress level at any given moment is directly proportional to the number of flagged e-mails I have, and their color distribution.

For the first time since I can't remember when, I have only purple flags right now. I have done everything I can do and I am waiting on other slow-ass people to do things.

Not entirely true to say I have nothing to do; there are lots of petty back burner things that aren't tracked in e-mail that I can think about.  But for the time being, all the big immediate stuff is pushed as far as I can push it right now.  It's a weird feeling.  I'm sure in a week or so I'll be completely apeshit again.