Category: work

Note to My Boss

Dear Jerk,

I am on a break.   I know that I’m at my desk, and not in the break room.   I don’t feel like sitting in the break area, because, as cold as it can get at my desk, it’s even colder in the “kitchen”.

You can tell that I’m on a break, however, because there is food on my desk, and my blog is unabashedly open on my computer screen.   Since you’ve declared that I must only check my personal email and my blog when I’m on a designated break, I am multi-tasking, both chewing and typing at the same time.

Now is not the appropriate time to come over, lay some work on my desk, and start a discussion about it.   It’s definitely not a good time to pull me into a conversation with our co-worker who shares my cube wall about what you want me to do.   I have food in my mouth.

Also, if you eat into my eating time, does that mean I get to blog as I please at other times?

Please remove yourself from my desk area, while I am attempting to digest.

Regards,
Corporate Minion Extraordinaire.

Current mood: pessimistic

So stoopid

Sometimes the people I have to deal with at work (not my co-workers generally, but vendors and clients) are so stupid that it makes me want to cry.   I frequently feel as if I am running  full force at a brick wall, and face planting.     There’s this guy who works at one of the bigger sites that we deal with.  The bigger the site, generally the bigger the idiot I have to try to deal with.    So, with this guy, I always have to go round and round, and trying to get what I need out of him in order to meet deadlines is nearly impossible.   The last time I ran into a problem with the site, it took four or five months to deal with.  Of course, that means I missed my deadlines by four or five months.   So, I have a deadline on Friday, and I tried to go around the guy, tried to not even deal with him, but somehow he got back in the loop.   Well, this evening, right before I left work, he sent me this report.   It was: #1: Not what I asked for  #2: Irrelevant and #3 Wrong.    I wanted to scream.   I started cursing like a sailor, like I’m prone to do.   I know that I’m going to miss the deadline, and all because AOHell employees a bunch of dipshits who have IQs that are lower than amoebas.

Yesterday!

Firstly, I would like to apologize for not writing an entry for so long.   I have neglected my regular and not so regular readers alike.    Which brings me to an unrelated request.   I think you should ‘subscribe’ to my blog.    Why, you ask?   Because I like to fool myself into believing that people are actually interested in reading this.

So, yesterday was the best day.   Some of you may not agree with my reasons for believing this, but well, you’re allowed to be wrong.

I was working, which would normally land me in a pretty fowl mood.    But yesterday was different.   Yesterday was a day that will go down in the books.

I logged on to my lovely online banking (at work, oohhhh I’m so bad) and saw how much money I had available, and decided that it was about time I dealt with something.   I had the money, and it was time.  

Yesterday, I paid off the last of the loan for my Freshman year of college.

Now, of course, I still owe a shit-ton for the other three years, but hey, baby steps, you know.    Being able to say that I no longer owe any financial institution for any portion of “the Miami year” is big to me.    Plus, it was ten years ago.   That’s enough to make you think.   And so, I thought to myeself, “hey self, what do you think of all this, of the year you spent, the money it cost you, and the value of it all?”  But then somebody handed me another invoice, and I didn’t have time to go into it.

The second reason why yesterday rocked:   the shoe finally dropped.   The thing that I had been waiting for since I began working at Real Branding finally happened, and now, I can finally stop worrying about it.

Yesterday, I ran into a wall at work on a Razor scooter.

This is the part where you would probably disagree with my assesment of this event as being positive, but again, I remind you, you’re wrong.   First off, it was pretty artful.   I mean, how many other people do you know that are so spectacularly uncoordinated that they could manage it.   Secondly, it was hillarious.   I was zipping down the hall, I even said “weeeee” as I passed the reception area, and then, THUD!   Finally, no one got hurt.    I hit the wall, and immediately began cracking up, as my co-workers, who hadn’t seen it, but heard it, all came running to see if I was all right.    Of course, they were a little perplexed about how I managed to do it, and I don’t want to bore you with the details, but the simple answer was, and is, simply: I am a spaz.   And now, I’m a spaz with a gnarley bruise on my shoulder.

As for Today.   Well, who knows?   I’m going to work at my other job, hocking CDs and DVDs at the mall.    Could be cool.    Oh, and after that, I’m driving (not scooting) up to Davis to hang out with Froggy and see Monkey play.   As Froggy said, going back to the beginning.      I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what the day has in store for me.   
Current mood: accomplished

Playlist: Oi to the World
By Vandals
Release date: 08 October, 1996

Pain sucks

Okay, I know I complain about my job a bit, but here’s the deal: it’s now causing me physical pain.   As a result of not having a very good chair or desk, I have some pinched nerve stuff happening.   My whole right arm is either in pain or is tingling or going numb.    I’m having trouble feeling the tip of my pinkie.    It sucks most because I am right handed.   My arm feels like it’s dying.

See, this is the thing about my boss.   He doesn’t realize that when you ask people to work overtime and to do too much, they’re more likely to hurt themselves.   So now, there’s a real likelyhood of me being on worker’s comp.   Who’s going to balance the petty cash then, hhmmm?

Oh, plus I got a really nice compliment yesterday from one of our partners, and when I brought it up to him, he said, “oh yeah, I saw that.”  That’s it.  No kudos.   No cookie for a job well done.

I hate it here.

I hate this F’ing S’

    So, I finally bite the bullet, and call the doctor to get an appointment.   I’m pretty sure I have bronchitis at this point.  I am quite visibly and audibly very sick.   They have an appointment at 4:15, which I take right away.   So, then I go to tell my boss that I’m going to leave at 3:30.   Mind you, I worked nine and a quarter hours yesterday, and over forty hours last week.   He asks me to request the time off through the tracking system, so they can doc my pay for two hours.   So I say that I’d like to do some work from home this evening to make up for the fact that I’m leaving a little early, and he says that he doesn’t think that I have enough work to do to be able to work for two hours from home.  Right.  If I don’t have enough work, then why am I working over forty hours every week?

Current mood:  annoyed