Timesheets, charge codes...I'm a fuckin' graphic designer fer chrissakes! I'm s'posed to worry about color and logos and typography and other artsey fartsey xit like that...not fuckin' TPS Reports!

Get a load of this fuckin' charge code I have to enter into my timesheet:

342X.00X.00X.00X.00X.00X (25-59-11)

*some numbers have been changed to protect the guilty.



Christ, I need a drink!

Satan's Pussy,

I've been a Graphic and Web Designer for a few years now...Aint never seen no timecards, numbers, or TPS, like that.

Do what I did...Start your own business. Then your charge codes can be:

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ - directly into your account...Unfortunately, the IRS has something to say about it at the end of the year. bastards.

Ohferthaluvagawd - quit yer bitchin!!!!!!

I had a large hand in mapping the human genome - and I STILL have to turn in a weekly time sheet. That is IF I want to get paid.

Timesheets aren't necessarily the issue.

It's having to enter a charge code that looks more like an Auchwitz identification number that really gets me.

It doesn't matter what codes I enter, the management / business office people screw with the client on the charges, no matter what I do.

I punch in.
I punch out.
I'm broke.

And if yer lucky, ya get a punch to the eye or crotch.

That's a given.
I'm the template for such behavior.

Being a noob, I still don't get the whole blackeye thing. Enlighten me?

take a step closer.

Ah, sank you velly much!

Louche Fest Scrapbook.
Chapters I-IV.

Bad ass! When I grow up, I wanna be Glassy.

Evil Corporate Celera side, or Noble Public Effort side ?

Ah -- timesheets? Let me guess...

I also have to fill in timesheets. Which doesn't mean I do. I conveniently lost my password to my account for filling them in some time ago.

It didn't allow me to cast off the timesheet burden, but at least my small contribution to the development of some dapivirines got me a cool screen background (with my own personal dapivirine variant, which is apparently still in the top-10 with respect to activity) and a bottle of champagne from a customer ;).

uh...what?

Just trying to impress Pooka -- move along.

Unless you have trouble with a certain nasty retrovirus.

Are you impressed, Pooka?

I said I was *trying* to impress Pooka.

I usually fail miserably (at least unless I'm trying to make an unfavourable impression -- I'm really good at that).

Do ya do any "Jack Nicholson meeting Christian Slater at an S & M club" impressions?

That would be pretty unfavorable.

Nevermind Pooka - you just impressed the hell out of ME!!!!

Let's just say that I have never had anything to do with Ventnor.....

(I'm VERY noble)

I should hope to make unfavourable impressions only, of course, being an elitist bastard (not in the absinthe world -- in Real Life).

The snooty "u" was omitted on porpoise.

It is the whole European/American thing. Six thinks anything from America is second class, except for Felix and Swizzle'.

[Ah? You want me to *explain* this? I simply cannot resist]

Oh -- I'm sorry you can't see one of the methyl groups, but from the angle of the benzene ring with respect to the rest, you should be able to figure out the occluded parts given any decent software package (especially if you caught the fluorine that's almost, but not quite completely, occluded).

All the other colours are:

Carbon: Dark Grey
Hydrogen: White
Nitrogen: Blue
Oxygen: Red
Bromine: Brown (actually, those were a bit fanciful, but they did win me a bottle of champagne).
Fluorine: Purple

Not at all -- after all, I *am* working for a US company.

I'm not exactly envious of the USA brand of politics, legal system, medical insurance system and social security, but that doesn't mean I loathe all things from the USA.

It's just that I like to cultivate my idiosyncracies, and on this forum, dominated as it is by USA inhabitants, British spelling is one.

And you're insulting Nemesinthe and ADN, too -- pistols at dawn?

Oh, silly Sixer, you have a long track record of impressing me without trying at all.

Feh.

Oh yeah...

Because you're a real plebian in here, Sixer.

Of course he's pedestrian. He can't fly.

I'm not a proper Elitist Bastard here or at feeverte, no. I simply lack the credentials.

That's OK. Nobody here is proper.

Actually, some penguins are really abdomentrians at heart, if you ever watched them.

Pseudogastropodia?

No feet required.

Come to mention it, I have quite a nice collection of marine gasteropodia shells.

[I think I mentioned Epitonium Scalare in another thread a long time ago -- ah, how time passes...A Conus Gloriamaris is now less expensive than a bottle of absinthe these days]

What took you so long?

I can barely imagine how CG will feel when he sees where this thread was heading *chuckles*.

Think I'll be leaving this thread now.

You weren't here in the first place.

You were spending all your time on the other thread -- with the ginormous bags of...

A bit squishy in the middle bits, I assume.

Well, that'll teach anyone not to include "WTF, man?" in the title of a thread.

It's just too tempting...

Six:

I was only there long enough to...appreaciate...that thread.

<ACHOO!>

Dammit...I'm all out of Kleenex!

Gee, I guess I wasn't there long enough.

For a nominal fee - you *can* be!!!

Along with my exciting life (robotics by day, artist by night), you will also have to deal with menopause, a very grumpy Grey Boy, 2 psychotics cats, a whopping debt, and a very glam wardrobe (feather boas, marabou mules, black lace everything, leopard print anything, and lots of glitter).

If you can deal with these things - then I think we can cut a deal.

I would never insult Nemesinthe, nor ADN.

I thought your kind (take that as you will ) was not allowed pistols, so unless you have military service background, I would probably kill you. Lets have a drink instead.

and hard in the naughty bits.

you bastard.

Actually, Glassy, that all sounds very tempting. Nonetheless, I think I'll stick with being Pooka. It's not particularly glamorous, but it has its perks.

It was the grumpy me that put you off, right?

Naw, I've seen you respond to even the most venomous and irritating trollery with the Grey Boy house brand of disdainful aloofness. The cat's a fitting emblem, it seems. I'll bet you aren't so bad when you're grumpy.

Besides, I'm chronically cranky, myself.