Not to sell the food, just for you and your family. Personally, I think a magic pot that produces delicious food is more valuable. No need to sell the treasure, no nosy neighbors wondering where that strand of pearls came from.
Just private, unassuming wealth with a magic pot.
Title, basically. This piece is supposed to be a footstool covering. The upholsterer wants me to block it before he works with it. Suggestions?
We've been using Google calendar on our phones to keep track of schedules. Or so we thought.
Turns out, my son has not had access to any of the items my spouse or I have placed on our calendar for who knows how long. He lives with us and we talk about schedules and the calendar almost daily. He has never mentioned any issue or problem, not once, not even when there have been major snafus on his part. Major face palm ohmygod ohmygod moment.
It came to a head tonight. You can imagine the unfortunate conversations.
The upshot is that we are all sitting down after dinner each night with all the calendars to make sure the young man gets reminders on the calendar and gets time blocked off in his work calendar.
I'm trying to hold down a job, meanwhile I'm irritated with my spouse's lack of involvement and how useless the employment assistance has been for my son, but these are rants for another day.
The TB in question is for a Sch E rental. Relatively straightforward single member LLC, a handful of AJEs. This is part of a more complex 1040. Trying to get a sense of how to leverage downwards the easier work on a large 1040.
Edit: wow, the assumptions! Of course this is a dedicated training situation, I'm not a sadist. The intern would have training, hand holding, and encouragement to ask questions. That.is.the.point.
I have been trying desperately to learn a particular skill set at work. The issue is that each person who tries to "teach" me just wants to talk at me without waiting for me to process. I am an adult and know how to cut off a talker and ask for them to wait, but ohmygod, why do they not get it after the first few times I interrupt?
I've just been steam rolled -again - by a well intentioned person who really wants me to learn. But there's a basic idea I must understand before anything that I'm just not getting. Plus, after I finish this assignment, it will be months before the next project of this type can come to my desk, so no opportunity for reinforcement.
I'm so frustrated, I ended the session and promptly burst into tears. I give up.
Brand name wellbutrin has worked brilliantly for me in the past. The delivery system for the generics is awful: ridiculous anxiety, tapering off to ennui, every day.
How do you convince insurance companies to cover brand name only?
Does anyone recognize this medallion pattern? I am *positive* I found it in the antique pattern library. I've been through those books twice now, but cannot locate it.
I am terrible at recreating from a piece, even if it's one I previously tatted. And this is black, which will make it challenging. (I know, I know, it was early in my tatting journey, before I learned that light colors show off best.)
Any assistance would be so appreciated.
TLDR: am I actually a data input lackey whose work will be eliminated, or is it something else?
This season has been particularly brutal at the top 100 firm for which I work. My performance reviews have always been good, with regular and positive comments from partners throughout the years.
While I'm content with my current staffing title, I have not been trained to expand the scope of my work, as had been discussed, although my assigned work does keep increasing in difficulty. I work exclusively on 1040s.
Neither my direct nor skip-level manager have offered any insight into why my role is becoming increasingly niche instead of expanding. Whenever I ask, the topic is swiftly deflected. It's like talking to a pillow.
I harbor a sneaking suspicion that I am a glorified data entry/verification technician who knows enough about tax to seem trainable, but not actually capable of more than my current role.
On the other hand, I was actually treated like a data input lackey by a couple of new managers, this past season, an unfortunate first. It was kind of awful.
Generally I'm treated like a competent professional, so I wonder why I am stuck in my current role. On the other hand, are folks just being nice? With the occasional exception, all levels of management communicate with calm and generosity of spirit.
I've come to the realization that I speak up for myself far too late to do any good. I put up with a situation until I cannot stand it any more, only saying something after the damage is done. So, here is my personal modification to the serenity prayer:
"...courage to change the things I can *before I am harmed*..."
Or:
"...courage to change the things I can *before they cause harm*..."