I have taken a tiny break here. Things have been crazy, busy and there is a lot going on - which is probably why I don't see myself lasting past about 8pm tonight.
Suffice it to say, I have some good stories to tell and I need a massage. Stay tuned.
20 February, 2012
15 February, 2012
HR
Today's installment involves the simple transaction of a document compilation and hand-off. This should be a fairly straightforward process. A book of documents was needed for a board meeting, and I was tasked with putting said book together.
While compiling this book, I couldn't print a doc because it wouldn't open properly. I had other people try, also with no success. After much tribulation on the part of about four people - one of whom was our top IT person, another of whom is Boss - we finally got it to open and print, I completed the pack and walked it in to give to Boss. This should be simple and straightforward....I walk in, hand her the book, walk out. Of course if that were the case in actuality, there would be no story and I would not be writing about this right now.
I walk into Boss's office to give it to Boss and say as a matter of affirmation, "I got that doc to print---" and am promptly cut me off with "I have no idea what you're talking about." With that snip, Boss turns her back to me in a huff, despite having been part of the process not five minutes earlier. I replied, "that's probably because I hadn't finished the sentence." I stood there for a second, out of curiosity to see what she would say next.
No reply, just her back turned to me, nose in the air. I'm not even exaggerating about the nose in the air. It really was - as much as it can be for a sexagenarian troll. Ahh, Tuesday.
While compiling this book, I couldn't print a doc because it wouldn't open properly. I had other people try, also with no success. After much tribulation on the part of about four people - one of whom was our top IT person, another of whom is Boss - we finally got it to open and print, I completed the pack and walked it in to give to Boss. This should be simple and straightforward....I walk in, hand her the book, walk out. Of course if that were the case in actuality, there would be no story and I would not be writing about this right now.
I walk into Boss's office to give it to Boss and say as a matter of affirmation, "I got that doc to print---" and am promptly cut me off with "I have no idea what you're talking about." With that snip, Boss turns her back to me in a huff, despite having been part of the process not five minutes earlier. I replied, "that's probably because I hadn't finished the sentence." I stood there for a second, out of curiosity to see what she would say next.
No reply, just her back turned to me, nose in the air. I'm not even exaggerating about the nose in the air. It really was - as much as it can be for a sexagenarian troll. Ahh, Tuesday.
14 February, 2012
13 February, 2012
no glove, no.....
So let me get this straight.
It's not okay for insurers to provide free birth control to needy (read: low income) people - the people who can LEAST afford to procreate, but who are obviously fornicating. So no birth control for them, says the religious right and the Catholic church.
However, if those people continue to multiply - as the church seems to want them to - and are unable to afford to take care of their children, the religious right and the Catholic church won't help them out then, either. I don't know about you, but I think a pack of condoms or a wheel of pills costs a hell of a lot less for the state than a bunch of kids, who very well may turn into a bunch of adults, in need.
You'd think that all of these devoutly religious folks would adopt the Christlike stance of taking care of their fellow brother and trying to help him get out of a terrible cycle of poverty and despair. Way to go weirdo right-wingers.
It's not okay for insurers to provide free birth control to needy (read: low income) people - the people who can LEAST afford to procreate, but who are obviously fornicating. So no birth control for them, says the religious right and the Catholic church.
However, if those people continue to multiply - as the church seems to want them to - and are unable to afford to take care of their children, the religious right and the Catholic church won't help them out then, either. I don't know about you, but I think a pack of condoms or a wheel of pills costs a hell of a lot less for the state than a bunch of kids, who very well may turn into a bunch of adults, in need.
You'd think that all of these devoutly religious folks would adopt the Christlike stance of taking care of their fellow brother and trying to help him get out of a terrible cycle of poverty and despair. Way to go weirdo right-wingers.
07 February, 2012
mallet
A mallet to the temples, that is. I'll just jump right in. The backstory, quickly, is......
Weekly meeting with several people, Boss among them. Meeting was coordinated with other work dude (who is actually a nice person) and his assistant and was set for a time / date that worked for everyone. And here's how everything becomes my fuck up. This is all via email at 11pm on a Monday.
Dude at work: Apologies…I see that we are booked for tomorrow at 5pm…I have a Doctor appt at 4:30pm, and know that I won’t be back by then… Apologies, that this was overlooked… Assistant/Tall Girl, can you find another time that works..?
Boss (to me only): You scheduled this, so why is it scheduled at a time he could not do?
Me: His assistant and I confirmed with him and he signed off on it at the time.
Boss: You need to check something wrong (nice punctuation)
Me: I'm confused. I'm aware he cannot make it and it needs to be rescheduled, but what else is wrong?
Boss: The meeting should not have been scheduled when he could not attend
......Does Boss read? Did she not see that he overlooked his own appointment and that there was no way for me to know this? Clearly not.
Me: I'm aware of that. When his assistant and I scheduled, he said he could make it. The error was not mine, nor his assistant's.
Boss: speak iwth him (yes, misspelled, with no punctuation, as per usual)
Me: Of course, as we are rescheduling. I did not set this up unilaterally.
That was at 11pm, with the last message at 11:49, on a Monday. I work for a consummate professional.
Weekly meeting with several people, Boss among them. Meeting was coordinated with other work dude (who is actually a nice person) and his assistant and was set for a time / date that worked for everyone. And here's how everything becomes my fuck up. This is all via email at 11pm on a Monday.
Dude at work: Apologies…I see that we are booked for tomorrow at 5pm…I have a Doctor appt at 4:30pm, and know that I won’t be back by then… Apologies, that this was overlooked… Assistant/Tall Girl, can you find another time that works..?
Boss (to me only): You scheduled this, so why is it scheduled at a time he could not do?
Me: His assistant and I confirmed with him and he signed off on it at the time.
Boss: You need to check something wrong (nice punctuation)
Me: I'm confused. I'm aware he cannot make it and it needs to be rescheduled, but what else is wrong?
Boss: The meeting should not have been scheduled when he could not attend
......Does Boss read? Did she not see that he overlooked his own appointment and that there was no way for me to know this? Clearly not.
Me: I'm aware of that. When his assistant and I scheduled, he said he could make it. The error was not mine, nor his assistant's.
Boss: speak iwth him (yes, misspelled, with no punctuation, as per usual)
Me: Of course, as we are rescheduling. I did not set this up unilaterally.
That was at 11pm, with the last message at 11:49, on a Monday. I work for a consummate professional.
03 February, 2012
gettin hyoooch
This is awesome.
The "fitness industry" makes more money than all of us combined will ever see in a lifetime, largely off of candy bars and shit you can't pronounce, that is most likely really bad for you.
I make myself protein shakes occasionally, when I am not getting enough protein through my regular diet to deal with lifting. After very long workouts, I will take something called Endurox, which is a drink that is made for recovery purposes. It works. Beyond that, I think most supplements are pretty dumb and not very healthful.
I used to know a dude that would buy huge bottles of L-tyrosine and take them fistfulls at a time. The recommended dosage is about 2 pills a day. He said they were his 'happy pills' and that he couldn't function without them. It was a ruse; there was nothing happy about him, pills or no.
The "fitness industry" makes more money than all of us combined will ever see in a lifetime, largely off of candy bars and shit you can't pronounce, that is most likely really bad for you.
I make myself protein shakes occasionally, when I am not getting enough protein through my regular diet to deal with lifting. After very long workouts, I will take something called Endurox, which is a drink that is made for recovery purposes. It works. Beyond that, I think most supplements are pretty dumb and not very healthful.
I used to know a dude that would buy huge bottles of L-tyrosine and take them fistfulls at a time. The recommended dosage is about 2 pills a day. He said they were his 'happy pills' and that he couldn't function without them. It was a ruse; there was nothing happy about him, pills or no.
01 February, 2012
tah-cohhs.
I am unreasonably stoked right now. I'm sitting here listening to this song and noticing just how damn clean this room is. These sheets are nice and with the limited space and the new wall I built, because I'm fucking McGuyver, I'm feeling okay about the space.
This is a good step. Acceptance. And here's what I'm learning right now.....that things take time. That I fight. Okay, too personal. I'm all stoked on this song because of the prospect of being un-stuck and scheming. And there is something about the crispness of this song and artist that I'm just really into.
I had dinner tonight with two of the people in my life who I rarely see together and who I dig and trust the most. I made tacos, we drank a lot of wine, we cracked up, we talked about climate change, we talked about future plans. Future. More. There is always more and there is definitely better. So thanks to Flo for putting the dropping of the dead horse to music; I took it to heart just now.
How many people do you know who are on the verge of so much? It's like half of the world is on a rope bridge and safe passage means the life you want and too big a slip means broken bones and a hike back to the top to pass that bridge again. But if you look down, it's over. Like the analogy of mountain biking. When you think you might fall, go faster. Press harder and shake the breaking shell as you speed up. Only way you'll be okay, dude. Seriously. Fucking speed up, already.
Evolution.
This is a good step. Acceptance. And here's what I'm learning right now.....that things take time. That I fight. Okay, too personal. I'm all stoked on this song because of the prospect of being un-stuck and scheming. And there is something about the crispness of this song and artist that I'm just really into.
I had dinner tonight with two of the people in my life who I rarely see together and who I dig and trust the most. I made tacos, we drank a lot of wine, we cracked up, we talked about climate change, we talked about future plans. Future. More. There is always more and there is definitely better. So thanks to Flo for putting the dropping of the dead horse to music; I took it to heart just now.
How many people do you know who are on the verge of so much? It's like half of the world is on a rope bridge and safe passage means the life you want and too big a slip means broken bones and a hike back to the top to pass that bridge again. But if you look down, it's over. Like the analogy of mountain biking. When you think you might fall, go faster. Press harder and shake the breaking shell as you speed up. Only way you'll be okay, dude. Seriously. Fucking speed up, already.
Evolution.
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