The past couple days have been a crazy roller-coaster. I’m just glad that I remembered to fasten my seat belt.
Items of note:
– Steve’s uncle had a heart attack. He’s 40. With three kids. Word has it that he’s fine and the docs are going test crazy.
– For the past (what feels like) forever now, Steve’s place of employment has been jerking the employees around regarding layoffs (when it will happen, how many will be cut). Granted, most of the information regarding “when” is all hearsay, first it was Sunday, then yesterday, now tomorrow; but we just want it to be over with so we know whether to pop the champagne* or iron a load of laundry. And then people can stop asking us, “but what are you going to do?!?”
– My friend’s dad is in hospital as well with a laundry-list of afflictions.
And perhaps the most concerning, I AM GETTING BLOOD WORK DONE TONIGHT.
(I kid, I kid)
In other news, my “ah-ha” light bulb went on.
Okay, remember how I would say that I felt slighted at The Old Job? Like the boss didn’t like me, for whatever reason?
This week is Administrative Professionals Week (or some such bull), happens every year. Bosses are supposed appreciate copier un-jamming/supply stocking/telemarketer aversion/junk mail sorting/records keeping/event coordination/etc. with flowers, coffee, lunch, whatever whoever is selling… and the following week, Bosses resume badgering for collaborating office-wide informationless reports.
Anyhow, so last year, and don’t think I didn’t notice, despite my aloofness, The Boss took out Co-Worker** “to get office supplies”. Not surpisingly, it took over an hour and Co-Worker didn’t eat her lunch when she came back.
It’s not that I’m asking for recognition, but at least be fair.
Also, I have decided to stop wondering why somethings don’t make it across my desk in a timley manner-
Field Engineer, to me: Oh, can you give this to Project Engineer?
me: Sure thing.
Constant Comment: What’s he [Project Engineer] need THAT for? He’s got all the money in the world!
me, to FE: I’ll keep this up front with me… don’t want it to get lost in the shuffle.
CC, to FE: You know that guy, Jerry, Jerry what’s his name?
FE: The guy who owns the [client’s] company?
CC: Yeah, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry Bee, Jerry Ach?
FE: yeah yeah!
CC: Well, when he started out, he didn’t have two pennies to rub together! And do you know how he started his business? He purchased one of those line-making devices and restriped a parking lot!
me, internally: Whoop-de-freaking-do.
FE: NO WAY!
CC: YUP! Just one parking lot and now he has his own plane!
FE: He’s a mulit-multi-multi-millionare now!
me, interally: what would it take for my eyes to melt?
And then, the full circle… guess who offered to take Kick-Ass Co-Worker and I to lunch tomorrow?
* not saying that this is an optimal situation, but I think it’d push him to find something he laments less.
** You remember them, don’t you? “‘The Glassman’ is filed under ‘T’ for ‘The’!”