I’m a big believer in choices and consequences. As I tell my Sunday School class, you get to choose your actions, but not your consequences. Fortunately, consequences are rather easy to predict in many situations. (Although, I admit, not always. Like, for instance, who would have known that
Dear Evil HR Lady, There are rumors swirling that layoffs are happening soon–like in the next week soon. Managers are always in closed door meetings and then when asked what the meeting was about, they can’t look at us in the eye and make some lame excuse, so
I’ve done recruiting. Granted, it wasn’t on a grand scale and mostly I was recruiting bank tellers. (Are you going to steal from us? No? You’ll take $8.47 per hour? Excellent. When can you start?) It’s a necessary role in HR, but it’s not the only role. But
And the man, but let’s face it, men’s clothing is so much easier. Let’s demonstrate by listing proper male attire for the following events: Funeral: Dark suitWedding: Dark suitJob Interview: Dark suitMeeting future inlaws: Dark suitDinner with the President: Dark suitTestifying before Congress: Dark suitOpera: Dark SuitSports: golf
A friend is getting an addition put on her house. The general contractor she hired is an acquaintence. He does fabulous work, so that’s not the issue. The issue is he told her he’d start Monday and it’s Wednesday and (last I spoke with her), he hasn’t started
Remember to go vote today! But if you are planning to vote for the wrong person, please stay home. :>)
You’ve all read about helicopter parents who hover over their children at school and drive their teachers nuts. Plus they make their children ill-prepared to enter the real world. That used to be problematic–but apparently mumsie and daddums have figured out the solution–they will hover over their child’s
I’m fascinated by the topic of education. In fact, I probably should have been a teacher, except that I rather dislike other people’s children. (Some of you will now be saying, well none of my teachers liked kids either, so what stopped you?) So, I keep up on
Halloween is one of the best days of the years. Let’s face it–it’s a holiday that is about candy. What is there not to love? There are no family obligations. No presents for picky relatives. (Not that any of my relatives are picky–especially the ones who read this
The Carnival of the Insanities is up over at Dr. Sanity. There are great posts and a link to 5000 Years of Middle East History in 90 seconds. Talk about cool.
