Polite Paradise

Quote from: cayenne on June 13, 2019, 10:23:19 pm

If you wouldn't mind, would you like to tell about it? (Not if it's traumatic, of course.)

He did - the text is whited, you just need to drag your cursor over it to highlight it and then you can see it.

OK, thanks!

If you wouldn't mind, would you like to tell about it? (Not if it's traumatic, of course.)

Quote from: Lynn2000 on March 13, 2019, 02:04:39 pm

For 4, I wasn't quite sure what the letter-writer meant when she said the younger sister spreads the Netflix password around "like her bed." Prudie took it to be a rather mean-spirited jibe at the sister (who is 19) having a lot of sex and/or boyfriends,

Yeah. My mind didn't go there either but I thought, hmmm... maybe that's an expression that means that but that I'm not familiar with so, ok.

I took that to mean “She spreads the password around as often as she makes her bed” which, if she’s relatively neat & tidy, would be a lot.

One of the best work related things that happened to me was making a good friend.  I was in outside sales and was making calls with our new manager.  She was telling me about a new hire (Karen) that wasn't meeting expectations in her job.  She hadn't seen it herself, but was being told about it from others in that branch.   A long list of grievances from how Karen dressed to her arriving late to the office (we didn't have set times to be in the office - many days we didn't even go in), and many little things she was doing wrong with her paperwork.  Most of the things were absolutely trivial and could be easily corrected with just a small meeting.  The manager also told me that Karen would be getting put on probation for all of these issues and that the manager was doing a surprise visit on her the very next day.

I didn't like this, it wasn't my business to hear about it, and the whole thing reminded me too much of how I had been treated in other jobs.  So I called Karen that evening and warned her about the surprise visit for the next day.  We went over each and every point that she needed to be on spot for.  I knew that it was quite a risk to take and could mean the end of my job, but it wasn't a great job imo anyway.  The manager showed up, and Karen was there 1/2 hour early, dressed in a suit, with her sales binder in perfect order.  Karen and I became good friends and stayed friends for many many years. 

While signing in at work one morning I noticed a marrow had been left next to the signing-in book.

I didn't comment on it at the time, but my manager did when he arrived. Nobody ever admitted to knowing where this random marrow came from.

Now if someone would just leave a nice Vidalia onion, we could make vegetable soup.