report from seattle; fuckfuckfuck
Nov. 16th, 2005 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleamr. flea called from Seattle to say that there was a big party sponsored by Microsoft at the Jimi Hendrix museum last night and Cheryl Crow played, and that by wearing an Intel t-shirt today he won a digital camera. (Not sure what kind yet. Some lucky family member may get a nice Xmas pressie!) His research partner won $100. Apparently they have the Intel Prize Patrol and are giving away Nanos and laptops, too. There's something to be said for conferences sponsored by people with vaults of money to swim in. No conference I have ever attended even had free coffee.
I met with a VP of HR this afternoon as part of my parent activist activity, and she said, "Call me psychic, but I think you're going to get a call," about Casper getting into the child care center. Fuckfuckfuck. I hate making hard decisions. Okay, I hate making any decisions, but especially hard ones. Question: if you were the nanny and the other family, would you rather we made the decision ourselves and then told you (or never mentioned it if we decided to maintain the status quo) or would you rather be asked to have an emergency meeting to discuss? I can't imagine making this decision without discussing it with the nanny, since what she wants to do after next May 15 makes a big difference as to what we decide. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I met with a VP of HR this afternoon as part of my parent activist activity, and she said, "Call me psychic, but I think you're going to get a call," about Casper getting into the child care center. Fuckfuckfuck. I hate making hard decisions. Okay, I hate making any decisions, but especially hard ones. Question: if you were the nanny and the other family, would you rather we made the decision ourselves and then told you (or never mentioned it if we decided to maintain the status quo) or would you rather be asked to have an emergency meeting to discuss? I can't imagine making this decision without discussing it with the nanny, since what she wants to do after next May 15 makes a big difference as to what we decide. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.