Ellen got her wish this morning as discussion on the new Yahoo rule re-ignited (among real commenters). I don't have much to say about the below other than that this is the first time I have seen Ellen number her points. Even more impressive, for both pro and con the ascending order of integers has no errors.
Again, Ellen nominate's herself as a role model for go-getter professional gals. Last time she thought she should be on a panel with Sheryl Sandberg and Marissa Meyer, so this is actually a scaling-back.
Rosa is younger than I thought, especially since this pregnancy is at least #2. As for the "bakery truck," I thought Ellen might be intimating that her sister could also loose a few pound's, but based on the later suggestion of postpartum modeling (though mid-twenties probably is indeed too old for entry-level) I'm thinking bakery truck = stork, for whatever Ellen reason.
And law school is a liability for weight just as NEW CLEINT'S can be. Non-degreed and client-less Rosa has a husband (and thus an exemption from Dad's tyranny), a few kids, model-caliber beauty and some daily lifestyle that does not increase tuchus size. It's always helpful when Ellen points out the trade-offs in overachieving chick life.
Being significantly behind the curve--whether in hair accessory choices or topics of discussion on a particular comment site--is part of Ellen's shtick. We'll see if anyone plays, but I'm not optimistic.
Directly telling MP that she was going to post this on Corporette is also a dubious opening to further internet stalking by him and/or another actual post from the fooey man himself. But Ellen's loyalty and eagerness to please thrust caution to the wind.
One of the only times Ellen has ever acknowledged her trolling heritage and ongoing BAN from commenting on the ABA Journal Online. (If you don't know this history, see archival links to your right! It's Ellen 101.) Readers and administrators over there may be--I don't know, bemused?--to know that she's still an avid reader, with assuredly inane responses to almost 5 years' worth of content lost forever to the ABA audience.
Background given here about the age/experience profile at Manageing & MANAGEING LLP is consistent with my records.
Ellen doesn't want this client because, among other reasons, taking them on might lead to weight gain. I'd been wondering what was going on with the supermarkit guys too...
The decline in spelling of "carrots" continues! Initially she got it right, at least sometimes. Then the word started beginning with a K, though the rest of it usually remained intact, and I documented that step downward in its own right. Today the K leads transformation into an entirely different word.
I'm feeling generous today, so I say Ellen is having fun with me and enjoys bringing in another lady association with her spelling error's. To wit: she and Myrna are girl-talking it up over a binge of sugar that they pretend won't go straight to the hip's, but engagement rings are just too much on Ellen's brain even to keep the story straight. What an artist.
As predicted, the postmortem on fooey man Henry, while abundantly repetitive, is multi-paragraph, multi-post and multi-day. Sounds like Frank had to be told all about what happened too, since his input is so useful. And Ellen's apparent expectations for her husband's income are as difficult to keep up with as her own career goals.
This is the first time she's mentioned going in-house with Roberta & Co., as opposed to Jim & Co. (No idea where Jim is these days anyway--maybe St. Louis with his adult pay-per-view.)
The first highlight here is the best reconciliation I have so far between Ellen saying her clotheing reimbursement had been knocked back down to 20%, and recent mentions of several items for which she got 30%. It's becoming a case-by-case thing?
On to Henry: this is more along the lines of what I expected as a post-date rundown, but I guess she waited for the larger weekday audience before holding forth. Hate Dad as we all do, he was actually right in this instance, in the sense that Ellen IS desperate to get married and DOES expect men to control everything around her (and in many cases herself as well). Furthermore, money and the ability to support Ellen after she abandons her career ARE major gold stars in a suitor. In fact Henry is the first I can recall who is certain of a higher income than Ellen's own. (Evan, for now, does not count.)
Like Harold, who is about a decade Ellen's junior, Henry is bald (entirely, as it seems, and it's only slightly less premature). Between that and the tuchus-grab, there are equally compelling and equally predictabel arguments against Henry, but Myrna remains the wild card. I suspect she invites him out in a group, with or without Esteban, and doesn't necessarily warn Ellen that Henry is getting a second chance whether she likes it or not.
I'm setting aside the possibility that Myrna would go for Henry herself, but only until the plausible event that Esteban gets nixed and/or Ellen and both fathers (hers and Henry's) give it their blessing.
I want to know just how "immediate" this was. Did he say hi first? Was it part of/in lieu of shaking hands? Also, of course, is Ellen suggesting that Dad's mandate of boots and jeggings somehow precipitated the grabbing-at?
I assume we will continue to hear about this for at least a week, but for now I'm just remarking how similar this denouement is to the way Gonzalo got disqualified on the first date. I do not know what HE was told either...
Paging goldribbons! I applaud your creative vision in associating these shoes with Ellen and am interested in what prompted it. My impression of Ellen's style preference's, including on shoes, is that she skews more dowdy/dated rather than over-the-top. Nothing against Nine West, but while I'm at it I will add that this brand is her favorite for shoes.
The certainty with which you identify this bizarre set of pumps with Ellen compelled me to post the picture. I was hoping she herself would jump in with a yay or nay--she has done so before, if rarely--but that hope is fading now.
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Further Corporette lampoonery as she's here idolizing Sheryl Sandberg and Marissa Mayer, notwithstanding her inability to remember the latter's name. These two women have it all, Ellen has neither family nor career to brag about, and yet she anticipates speaking on a panel with both of them. For now, she needs to focus on not scareing off potential husbands with the fact that Dad will force them to pay her partnership buy-in...but let's face it: none of her upcoming dates are going to lead anywhere anyway, and Dad's picking up the tab, in part to maintain his almost total control over Ellen's life. (Lean in! Sit at the table! Don't leave before you leave!)
Ellen's outing this weekend should indeed be interesting enough for the HIVE, given that it entails a date with petrified-poopie Henry and the possible need to excscape from him in the basement of Macy's or otherwise.
Ellen's trying to milk An's response (on the scrunchie matter, prior thread) for even further play-alongs, but nobody else is going for it. Girl, if you value my input at all I say that the scrunchie is you're timeless signature, MP knows it, and you should march back to work in any of your rainbow collection just as soon as you feel like it. You're totally indispensable to your floundering firm, and I guarantee the consequences will be pretty much nil. Remember how you weren't even really reprimanded at all for making a total fool of your boss at his CLE presentation? Even though you handled the fallout about as poorly as possible?
Meanwhile these anecdotes about Henry further affirm Ellen knows him from high school rather than college. She still hasn't explained the (apparently) other Henry mentioned in December, but in case this is the best answer I ever get I will stick with it.
Ellen herself referred me back to this post. I notice the time window I have, to catch missed comments before I'm assumed to have lost them for good, seems to be narrowing. I guess the first step in efficiency was cutting out the Sunshine Girls' role in this kind of notification system, and now we've moved on to near-lockstep updating whereby Ellen makes sure this sight stays complete around the clock. She's very difficult to work with, in some ways, and yet in others so obliging.
In other helping-hand moves, she's trying to clarefey once and for all that her hair is all blond--even after all that confusing dithering that I doubt will ever be explained. As for the transition from MP requiring scrunchies to MP forbidding scrunchies, we've already observed it, with Ellen scratching her head, and the only further mileage I see here is some kind of confrontation later this spring as Ellen tries to cool down and starts bringing 'em back to the office. Maybe Roberta will step in to defend her?
Ellen entertains simultaneously an intense pride in patrilineal Barshevsky ancestry, as below (and also with potential connections to royalty and/or Maria Sharapova), alongside a certain degree of anxiety that some of these forebears might have been Russian peasants.
Either way, we certainly can't dilute the fine family stock with a DUD, so Henry (still of unclear lineage himself, in Ellen's life) may have to be somehow eluded in Macy's. I enjoy thinking that she and Myrna just can't manage an effective goodbye and thus have to pretend to go to the bathroom together or something. Or manage to vanish while he's signing the drinks bill.
Interesting, anon. I do not have any record of Rita from any site, whether independently posted or cited by Ellen. (Do you?) For me the (dead) giveaway here is content/diction as opposed to the handle. This means--thank you! I might have missed it otherwise. But it's absolute standard Sunshine Girls material, making me: a) add Rita to Alma as the only confirmed names among this tribe, allegedly only consisting of three total, and b) wonder yet again if these commenters will return to my blog as replacement for their raunchy male coworkers. Provided, as always, that it doesn't get much grosser than the below.
So Mom and Dad's early birthday gift of a warm coat has arrived.
Waiting to hear whether she ever agreed to go out with Henry, in addition to Esteban's friend. This means we're potentially looking at two different dates within the next week or so.
The free milk metaphor has actually been wafting its way over to Ellen on Corporette from...here. I always thought it was a concise encapsulation of the sexism and condescension behind pressure on women to get married, so it suit's Ellen (and, as we see here, her Dad) perfectly. The "club" to which she is welcoming is, of course, unmarried women living emancipated lifestyles.
Another classic, makeing fun of overachieving chicks who a) try to prudently handle compliments on their actually successful careers, and b) would never use their bods to get a job, even at a firm that doesn't have mid-20th century era phones and furniture, one toilet, and pan-incompetent personnel. Thank you, Ellen. As usual, you said what nobody else would--in effect, "I'm so unimpressive that I'm oblivious to my own unimpressiveness, and what little I have accomplished was mainly via the fast-wilting beauty that never quite got me a husband."
And...again with the murkiness on how much clotheing expenses get reimbursed by MP. The figure was 20%, got raised to 30%, most recently reported back down at 20%, yet she's contradicted that here and again below, quoting 30% again.
***Aside:*** When I saw I was getting pageviews from Get Off My Internets, you can imagine my first thought. But I clicked through, and...thank you! Somebody recommended me (on a discussion about Corporette) as "creepy," but worthy of "love." It's an honor.
Ellen has been a lot more consistent about what Rosa look's like than about her own appearance, most egregiously hair color. At any rate, the evident wish to look like her sister does support my casual hypothesis that Lourine/Frances (whom we haven't seen in a while) is Rosa's occasional Corporette handle. This intermittent guest has bragged about being the family beauty, and it sounds like that is not contested. CAN YOU IMAGEINE the oogleing????
Unclear whether Henry's Dad mentioned only that his son has never had a girlfriend, or if he followed through to the logic of non-transmission of STDs too. Either way, I am still waiting for my answer on whether this is the same Henry mentioned back in December.
Every time Ellen reports that she said FOOEY to someone, I wonder a little bit whether it's the verbatim transcript. But lately she's also been attributing FOOEY to other characters, first Myrna and today MP. I wish to know even more whether all of these peeople in her circle have picked up the interjection from her (as I have).
See bottom paragraph for Henry. I have a number of reasons to suspect this is the same Henry mentioned a couple of months ago, most notably his apparent alliance with Ellen's father. But the former Henry was a college acquaintance, whereas this one she claims not to have seen since high school.
At this point I'm cocky enough to half-expect that she'll clarify at my command. Are they Henry I and II, or one and the same?
Smelly sweaters, another perennial problem in Ellen's domestic life (hers or those of potentially western European roommates). I'd like to know who the freind from college was, though--presumably not Myrna.
Waiting dutifully to hear the "other story,"--especially since she seem's to have taken both Sunday and Presidents Day off from commenting.
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