Thirty minutes into a fourty-five minute jog is the worst — sweat is puddling into Great Lakes underneath you, the throbbing has begun to radiate up your leg, and you’ve jogged just long enough to convince yourself that stopping now would be OK because you’ve done ENOUGH. SSC doesn’t like doing “enough.” Continue reading
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Interviews, quelle horreur!
Well. Here I am – qualified and knowing that “You better work!” isn’t just a drag queen mantra. After a minor meltdown, I’m back in the interview saddle. Those similarly situated should know that the game has changed.
Here’s what you can expect.
1) The interview where you wear a suit and your prospective boss wears flip-flops. This happened to me three times. One micro-skirted woman lost her flip-flop when she crossed her legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, and only the fact that her flip-flop fortuitously flew foiled a furor over her flap. She worked for a Big 4 accounting firm, BTW. Her colleague was wearing stained khakis and a polo that barely protected his paunch from being peeped. Let it all hang out, guys! I don’t mind befouling my Hugo Boss in NYC’s summer heat so that I can show you the respect you think you deserve. Continue reading
Comic-Con how-to guides for what to see and where to go abound. A lot of them will give you great advice for food, clothing, sights and sounds. This is not that kind of guide.
You see, one of the things people never address is the behavior of some of the convention goers. The vast majority of the people at Comic-Con are excited fans and are genuinely enthusiastic about the presentations given. Continue reading
In 6 years of working at a membership-only pool, I’ve come to notice many things that bother me about how the members treat the club and our staff. So in order to help you potential pool and beach-goers avoid pissing off people like me, I’ve compiled a short list of things that bother me and how they can be remedied! Read more and pay attention! Continue reading
I once read an article that speculated that hormones given to cows are the reason that young girls are developing earlier and, uh, more amply. Either way, I was ahead of the curve (ha!) and gifted with a pair of assets that I sometimes am grateful for and sometimes curse for holding me back from accomplishing interesting things like being a ninja. Continue reading
Maybe you’re in your mid-twenties and you’ve just discovered that you don’t really like becoming an adult, and all of your friends have moved away for grad school, and you feel kind of aimless. Apparently, that feeling is not just nostalgia for when you could wear pajamas, drink all day and watch cartoons. It’s got a name (and Wikipedia page): quarter-life crisis. Continue reading
Well, he or she should be hawt, like clueless wolf cub Dr. Karev from Grey’s Anatomy or Dr. Robin Scorpio from General Hospital. Kidding! I kid! By ‘hawt”, I mean that he or she should take your health plan as payment, and accomodate the preposterous rules about using Flexible Spending Accounts for co-payments. If you have neither insurance nor an FSA, the general principles below apply anyhow. Continue reading
We’ve all been to doctors that misdiagnose that Ebola as strep throat. No? Well, maybe just me. But the point is this: your pets can’t verbalize their symptoms. Continue reading
Bots has kindly invited me to crosspost articles from my blog www.daisysagesays.wordpress.com .
Here is my latest post. Please drop by my site sometime, and write to [email protected] to be included in the upcoming advice column, “Ask Daisy Sage”.
I took this photo some time this past February or March I think, when I was taking my daily walk in the general environs of my home.
I think what made me want a record of this charming little wooden sign was not only its daring dual meaning expression of hostility, ( did the writer literally merely mean dog crap, or metaphorical crap or both?), followed by the polite “Thank you” but the fact that as I walked down the street, and then turned the corner, I discovered 5 IDENTICAL SIGNS in front of other houses. This was no mere whim; this was an anti-crap campaign.
Before the “Tired of your crap” campaign ended, I saw one more sign on someone’s lawn. It said “Please keep your dog off my grass.” The author decided to forego the “tired of your crap” bit. It was written on a flimsy piece of cardboard instead of wood. It could easily have dissolved under the next batch of precipitation. Continue reading
We’re entering the sixth week of our Eight Week Challenge, ladies and gentleman. I decided it was time to celebrate your wonderful dedication to the cause with a Triple 6 themed Dance Party. Why? I’m getting ya’ll pumped to cross the finish line. Continue reading