Work thing went off without a hitch! So crazy the event that I’ve been planning for five months is over! I am incredibly excited to sleep tonight without running through to do lists and to enjoy a (relatively) quiet morning tomorrow before heading into the office.
Carl Kasell, the famed voice of NPR, has announced he will step down from his role on Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me! later this spring after a five-decade career in broadcasting.
I’m so sad to hear that Carl Kasell is retiring. I look forward to listening to him on Wait Wait every weekend and will miss this wonderful NPR grandfather. I’ll definitely be leaving a farewell voicemail (and trying to get tickets to the farewell show in DC!)
I love Carl! Understandable but a big loss for a great show.
For the past month, I have been tasked with primarily overseeing the work of the intern. Which has been .. challenging. At first, I wasn’t sure if I was a bad teacher or she was a unmotivated student - but today, I got my answer.
We are hosting a major event tomorrow - major(!!) and it has required a lot of time, effort, and man power. So today, I asked me to make a lot of copies of various things that got to me late from presenters that I would like to have all set up by COB today. What does she do? NOT MAKE THE FUCKING COPIES. This is not the first time. Big meeting last Friday, I asked her to make the packets - she forgot to add four of the 10 files I emailed her. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK. I try to hard to be nice and understanding, but I just feel like she has decided she gives no fucks about this internship and just wants to get paid and get out.
I have so much on my plate for tomorrow and now I have to spend time bitching on tumblr, and time printing, collating, and stapling LIKE I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO TODAY.
Can you fire an intern?
UPDATE: Her reason for not making the copies today was that I didn’t send the attachment. I very legit explanation. However, if someone emails you asking to make a copy of “the attached” and doesn’t attach anything - isn’t the reasonable response to ASK FOR THE ATTACHMENT?! And she just left early because her boyfriend is locked out of his house. Since my boss is working from home, she just sent her an email saying there was a “family emergency” so she needed to leave early. BURN IT ALL DOWN.
“Every time I look at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from, your dreams are valid.”—Best Supporting Actress winner LUPITA NYONG’O, accepting her Oscar for 12 Years A Slave. (via inothernews)
“My third grade teacher called my mother and said, ‘Ms. Cox, your son is going to end up in New Orleans in a dress if we don’t get him into therapy.’ And wouldn’t you know, just last week I spoke at Tulane University, and I wore a LOVELY green and black dress.”—
Six years ago today I gave up a part of me and probably lost a part of my soul. Its incredible that such a big part of me is so hidden to so many people. From time to time I wonder what he/she would have been like, and what that world would look like today. I guess that takes me somewhere so far I’m afraid I’ll hate myself for never getting there.
“Black women wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and see Black women. White women wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and see women. White men wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and see human beings.”—Michelle Haimoff, on privilege (via jatigi)
The self proclaimed “healthy eating deli” across the street from my office just changed their menu and added 3 veggie sandwich/wrap options. Previously their only option was ordering a salad and begging* them not to add meat. OH HAPPY EATING.
*Legit, two times I said no chicken, looked away, and the man had thrown some chicken pieces in my salad.
They are filming Person of Interest outside my office right now. There are several grown men and women pressing their faces to a window taking pictures and shouting “Jesus is filming outside the window”.
“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”—Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)