tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920351745014200215.post1180044215900972275..comments2013-04-30T12:11:04.483-05:00Comments on TEMPORARY RAGE: I'll Give You Something to Cry AboutUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920351745014200215.post-62661382889791334542009-01-21T14:52:00.000-06:002009-01-21T14:52:00.000-06:00I've occasionally gotten "Wow, you look so much be...I've occasionally gotten "Wow, you look so much better!" Er, why can't people just say "great"? Why do they need to imply that I looked like crap yesterday?Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06957323192446914622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920351745014200215.post-14441730054766124412009-01-17T09:22:00.000-06:002009-01-17T09:22:00.000-06:00I was sitting in a wrap-up meeting for a major sit...I was sitting in a wrap-up meeting for a major site redesign. My boss was handing out praise, person by person (picture a line of dirty-faced orphans straight out of Dickens with bowls in hand waiting for their portion of gruel). The praise was prefaced with a detailed explanation of what their role/contribution to the project was (because after 5 months of 10-12 hour days and some weekends, it may not have sunk in yet). <BR><BR>I was the last person in the "praise line" I guess, and my boss (standing) just looked down at me and said ... "and Katy, well, I just wish she could be cloned." <BR><BR><BR/>Huh? And maybe there was some cake and punch, but the speaking part of that meeting was abruptly concluded with that very odd remark. I was baffled and admit that this orphan felt a little short-changed. My teammates responded within a few days by mocking up a Wired Magazine cover with an article about me being successfully cloned. I still have it.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17419553952636383829noreply@blogger.com