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Company-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named-But-It-Rhymes-With-Schmerizon went ahead and declared the brand sparkly-new employee surplus the other day. We got off pretty easy this time around: 12 people in our district need to go bye-bye, one way or the other. One of those going will be a clerk in the Troy office who's wearing holes in the knees of her pantsuits from all her begging to go, so the number is effectively 11. This puts me right on the freaking bubble, because I'm something like 9th or 10th from the bottom of the seniority list. We just need to convince a couple of folks that they really want to retire, like, now-ish. It's times like this that I wish I were a bit more intimidating.
In other news, I just got back from the orthodontist, who tells me that my braces should be off in a matter of months. *does the Happy Dance* He also says that my insurance will most likely not cover the oral surgery that I desperately need to get done, which means it probably won't get done at all. On the one hand, this guarantees bite problems for the long term; on the other hand, it means I don't have to get my jaw broken by some quack in Albany, then wired shut for a few months while it heals. *does the Happy Dance*
Speaking of orthodontics, I forgot to mention that the Glens Falls Post Star printed a whole article about Marshmallow Peeps last week. A whole damn article. With (yes!) Peeps recipes. It must be said, though, that these were some of the sorriest excuses for recipes in the history of local pseudojournalism. ("Peeps Cupcakes: Buy cupcake mix. Follow directions on box. Put Peeps on top. Serve.") I can't hold it against the paper, though: this is the same outfit that recently printed an interview with a medical marijuana supporter, a column supporting the anti-war protests, and, as part of their weekly feature spotlighting individual classified ad subscribers, a visit with two local men looking to adopt a child together on the same page. They will get enormous amounts of angry mail from the rural conservative readership, and they won't give a rat's patootie about any of it. I love the local paper.
I made chicken picatta last night, with fetuccine Alfredo and roasted green beans. I feel much better now.
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dwivian! *waves*
In other news, I just got back from the orthodontist, who tells me that my braces should be off in a matter of months. *does the Happy Dance* He also says that my insurance will most likely not cover the oral surgery that I desperately need to get done, which means it probably won't get done at all. On the one hand, this guarantees bite problems for the long term; on the other hand, it means I don't have to get my jaw broken by some quack in Albany, then wired shut for a few months while it heals. *does the Happy Dance*
Speaking of orthodontics, I forgot to mention that the Glens Falls Post Star printed a whole article about Marshmallow Peeps last week. A whole damn article. With (yes!) Peeps recipes. It must be said, though, that these were some of the sorriest excuses for recipes in the history of local pseudojournalism. ("Peeps Cupcakes: Buy cupcake mix. Follow directions on box. Put Peeps on top. Serve.") I can't hold it against the paper, though: this is the same outfit that recently printed an interview with a medical marijuana supporter, a column supporting the anti-war protests, and, as part of their weekly feature spotlighting individual classified ad subscribers, a visit with two local men looking to adopt a child together on the same page. They will get enormous amounts of angry mail from the rural conservative readership, and they won't give a rat's patootie about any of it. I love the local paper.
I made chicken picatta last night, with fetuccine Alfredo and roasted green beans. I feel much better now.
Oh, and hi,
dwivian! *waves*
