“It’s the #1 killer of joy on Hawaiian vacations.”
“It’s nice and everything, but our room looks out on the parking lot,” she said.
“Well, it’s not really a parking lot, right?” I replied. “It’s more like a porte-cochère, where you can unload and valet your car. Plus, how can you even see it through all of the tropical trees and plants?”
This wasn’t “not seeing the forest for the trees”; it was not even seeing the trees.
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I was feeling a little Punchy that day.
We’ve been in Hawaii for like a day when someone starts giving me crap.
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| WHAT SAM WORE: 12-28-11 | ||||
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| The shirt: Long-sleeved cotton T-shirt from Hollister. | ||||
| The pants: Slim straight jeans from Lucky Brand, Chandler Fashion Center. | ||||
| The shoes: Custom All-Stars by Converse, a gift from Funny Michael. | ||||
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Aristotle, I hardly knew ye.
Awhile back, at some friends’ holiday party, I had the chance to see (but not meet) a guy who caught my eye. I put it aside for a while, then did what any ex-journalist would do in such a situation: research.
“And I want a personal trainer, and some creepy dolls, and I want … and I want …”
And by that I mean “a blog post about bonuses.”
I’m lucky to work at a company that thanks its employees for hard work with year-end bonuses. Instead of being holiday-centered, these are performance-based in that at the end of the fiscal year, if the company hits a certain percent profit margin, all of the employees share in it — equally.
Last week we learned that we hit our goal; they’ll announce the actual bonus amount on Wednesday, I think, but the prospect of additional cash was enough to make me pull out my remedial math skills and crunch some numbers:
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