Re: that last pic... she could look into asking a rescue to sponsor the kitties and she stays the foster until they are adopted. That way vaccines, medical needs, and potentially help with food would be covered. She wouldn't have to give up Dusty Rose for adoption if she didn't want to. Dusty would be her "foster-to-adopt" bebe.
Yes, hi, we do exist. And we were trying to get CEO to implement a hybrid policy for years before covid. He hated the thought. And he was the type of person that would not hesitate to fire an entire department if they felt bold enough to complain about it. When I started there, I didn't immediately report to him. Anyone there who had a layer of management between themselves and him had a pretty ok work experience there. Direct reports to CEO basically had to manage a toddler who was also the emporor with new clothes. I took the promotion to be his whipping post because I wanted to leverage it to move on. Instead now I have PTSD from an abusive boss and am not able to work full time.
tl;dr -- the C suite does discuss things amongst themselves with and without the CEO. But CEO already knows what they want to do, usually can't be swayed, can only be warned what the consequences of their decisions will bring.
My mom's exasperated "shit a fiddle!" when fed up with something / something broke. When I was younger, she didn't really say curse words around me except for this.
I've never heard any one else ever say this. Not in Appalachia, or anywhere. She probably made it up herself. But in the 80s she also dated a Korean War fighter pilot/POW (crashed, survived, & captured, unsure of release details). And he could have had a creative catalog of swears that she borrowed from.
If I can't leave work because important meetings I can't get out of, I'll go sit in the car and breathe, or excuse myself to the bathroom if I have to (including going to another floor sometimes) and try a quick grounding exercise like rainbow grounding or the one where you visualize a warm light filling you from first your toes, then calves, then knees, so on and so on. I can usually hold myself together afterward until the end of the day, but I know I will be falling apart that evening. I will prep the honey to pick up pizza or order DoorDash and plan on playing Playstation.
I am in Virginia. My Lidl has good traffic but isn't crowded, so I don't come home cranky like I do from the big American grocery stores. I primarily go for the meat section (and the fun random household goods section) but it has enough of my other regular products that I can usually keep my other store visits down to once a month. It feels like I'm shopping while on holiday in Europe. And let's not forget they stock wayyyy better chocolate.
Maybe I haven't bought truly massive "butts". 😅 They fit in my 11" vacuum sealer roll (also from the Aldi aisle). I shop in Lidl more now but I still see circulators and vacuum sealers in the middle aisles every so often.
Re: that last pic... she could look into asking a rescue to sponsor the kitties and she stays the foster until they are adopted. That way vaccines, medical needs, and potentially help with food would be covered. She wouldn't have to give up Dusty Rose for adoption if she didn't want to. Dusty would be her "foster-to-adopt" bebe.