The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[wease]

Good job, bammer.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

A person in our department just turned in their resignation. I have a feeling my hot co-worker is going to leave sooner than later also. Pray for me not to lose my hot co-worker.

[wease]

A person in our department just turned in their resignation. I have a feeling my hot co-worker is going to leave sooner than later also. Pray for me not to lose my hot co-worker.

Give her a raise

[lennytheweedwhacker]

A person in our department just turned in their resignation. I have a feeling my hot co-worker is going to leave sooner than later also. Pray for me not to lose my hot co-worker.

Give her a raise

I am not her manager, nor do I have the authority to grant raises. Though I could just go into the system and change her pay. Seems easy enough to get away with.

[The Argonaut]

Good looking people deserve to make more money

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Good looking people deserve to make more money

True. I'll change her salary to match mine.

[wease]

A person in our department just turned in their resignation. I have a feeling my hot co-worker is going to leave sooner than later also. Pray for me not to lose my hot co-worker.

Give her a raise

I am not her manager, nor do I have the authority to grant raises. Though I could just go into the system and change her pay. Seems easy enough to get away with.

That’s what I’m talking about.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Done.

Not sure why but my manager just sent me a meeting request for noon.

[dad]

Done.

Not sure why but my manager just sent me a meeting request for noon.

Decline it. You don't need that sh*t.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Done.

Not sure why but my manager just sent me a meeting request for noon.

Decline it. You don't need that sh*t.

Done.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Why is security calling me?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Today I was gifted around $1,500 in gift cards, Mariners tickets, and home audio equipment.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I’m retiring.

[Coach]

The Monday after the Super Bowl is not always a very productive work day. People are dragging.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I’ve been efficient af, but I’m also not hungover.

[Bi_3]

I’m retiring.

Montana?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I’m retiring.

Montana?

Brighton

[Bammer]

I have 32 people on my primary team that I directly manage. Their average tenure at my company is over 8 years. That seems pretty good.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.