Friday, February 12, 2016

Crushed like bugs

I don't know why these folks thought they could get away with this except to say that temps always think they are smarter than everyone. Let me explain.

This project is being run at three sites -- one in Los Angeles (where, as near as I can tell, everyone is stupid) and two in D.C. At one of the D.C. locations (not the one I am at), a project started up at a law firm across the street recently. Apparently, a number of people at the other D.C. location were unable to resist the temptation to bill two projects at the same time. These folks signed up for the other project, and then shuttled back and forth across the street to work both projects. I assume they billed full hours to both projects, meaning they were double-billing. Otherwise, all you are doing is giving up overtime hours on both projects. I doubt they were doing that.

This kind of behavior makes no sense to me. Sure, you might haul in a couple thousand extra dollars, but you might also get your law license in DC suspended (or you might get disbarred!) and not be able to make any money as a lawyer in this town, at least for a while. Why do that?

Anyway, I have no idea how many people got whacked, but it apparently was more than one.I doubt any Uber fucks will cut me some slack, but at least I'll have this song in my head:

Good times, good times.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Probably not the reaction he's looking for

Former Va. Gov. Jim Gilmore apparently is running for president. Still. Hell, he's in seventh place among Republicans. That's because everbody besides him and six other guys have dropped out, of course, but still, just a couple days ago he was in 12th place. Shooting up like a rocket.

His only problem, of course, is no one has heard of him. Including Virginians, who think his name sounds vaguely familiar. He was an adequate but forgettable governor. I'll bet he meets people and gets this:

Him: Hi, I'm Jim Gilmore and I'm running for president.
Them: Gilmore? I thought you died in The Executioner's Song.
Can't possibly bode well for the future of his bid for the presidency.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

She's artistic. What can I say?

I don't know what Mrs. Wolves used to create this image, but create it she did:

Tolja she was artistic.

Anybody surprised?

Not me.
More than a third of practicing attorneys in the United States are problem drinkers and 28 percent struggle with depression, according to a new study conducted by the American Bar Association and the Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation.
My first year out of law school, an ABA survey found that 70 percent of lawyers would do something else for a living if they thought they could. Lawyers are a miserable bunch. No wonder they drink and kill themselves.

Yeah, it snowed again, but nothing stops the work machine that is Raised By Wolves

So, there was snow predicted for Tuesday. Not much -- 3 to 5 inches -- but enough to make me check early to be sure I could get to work. So, when I got up at the butt-crack of dawn, this is what I saw looking west:

And, of course, looking east:

No problem. I went to work at the usual time -- 0:dark:30 -- and Mrs. Wolves picked up the slack on the picture-taking. She is, needless to say, much more artistic than I:

I think these are cardinals, but I am never at home and awake at the same time as Mrs. Wolves, so I could be wronge:

Winter wonderland, people:

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening. OK, enough of that shit. Here, Jeb the Wonder Dog looks for a place to unleash evil:

All in all, we got a nice dusting of winter:

I would say we got 3-4 inches. Nothing like the recent blizzard, but enough to notice. And I hear that winter is not done. We'll see.

Yes, Mrs. Wolves still takes kit-tay pictures

After all, when you have kit-tays this cute, what are you supposed to do with them? They nap:\

And they crawl in bed with you:

Seriously, what's not to like?

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Oh, for God's sake, grow a pair

Actually, Jeb the Wonder Dog still has a pair. Nonetheless, he defers to Sadie the Auxiliary Backup Dog when a pig's ear is in the dog treat equation. You can tell he wants it:

No way is he going to try to take it from her, though. He knows she can kick his ass. Yeah, she chomped up the whole thing with no challenge from Jeb. Sad.