Getting sane coworkers with a crazy boss is relatively easy, I’ve got several of those T-shirts. I believe in shooting for the stars so hopefully you’ll be able to reach the moon, or at least orbital height.
Note that by “sane” I actually mean “not someone who drives me up the walls.”
So,
not insisting in so much face time that the client is asking what kind of idiots are we that we need to put in so many hours,
not expecting people to report whenever we open a file, close a file, stare at a blank spot on the wall, stare at a bald spot on the coworker sitting across from us, break a nail, or need to go to the bathroom,
not requiring subordinates to go drinking/drugging in order to stay in good graces,
not requiring sexual favors,
you know… I’m not really worried about the sanity of the boss, I just want to keep what’s left of my braincells talking to each other!
More grades have been obtained and they are good. Yay.
Think I’d mentioned that I was winging it as I was missing some of my normal pantry items such as beef base. I just may have to continue cobbling together odd mixtures of steak sauce, half-bottles of random red wine and dried rosemary.
BIL’s PC is fixed, thanks to a little command-line voodoo.
Thanks everybody for the anniversary wishes. Mr. Taters decided we needed to do *something * for our anniversary, so just he and I headed down to Outback. Relatively cheap restaurant, tolerable food. After that, we rented some movies and came back and watched two of them.
Good luck with that wish, Nava.
Pie, I hope you’re feeling better this morning.
There is definitely some kind of icky crud going on. My co-worker is feeling the same way I did on Monday. I think she should go home, but she won’t.
I suppose I should dig into my work. Yeah, still not motivated, but it needs to be done, whether I’m motivated or not.
Relatively cheap? Not in my world.
Yes, I believe my brains have finally quit jiggling about. And thanks for listing the symptoms** Rebo**. I’d already looked them up yesterday.
ETA: Dammit! Why can’t I ever lose my sense of smell or taste? Seriously, though, like I said yesterday, it doesn’t take much to make me nauseous and I didn’t have any other ‘symptoms.’
Okay, let me amend the statement. It’s not McDonald’s cheap, but our meals cost $12.95 and $13.95 respectively. Now, if we had managed to not have two mai tais a piece, our meal would have been under $30.00. So, in the scheme of things, it wasn’t really super expensive.
As I said, the food was tolerable. Not horrible, but not outstanding either.
Basically, it was close to our house and we got to celebrate a little.
Yay for mostly-good grades, Nava. Good luck with the non-insane coworkers. My coworkers are generally sane, but they also have a skewed world view where they seem to think we work in the consulting industry (We don’t.) where it’s normal to work 12 hour days. I’m stressing out 'cause I’ve been working 8-5 (except yesterday when I left at 6:15), and I’m afraid my upcoming review isn’t going to be so good. Manager and Boss are very much “get your work done in however many hours it takes” and I have been getting work done so I should be ok, but it’s hard to stay positive on that stuff when I leave earlier than some of my coworkers. Although OTOH, there’s the guy in the cube across the aisle from me who generally saunters in around 10 or 10:30 and leaves promptly at 5. So I guess I’m still ok in comparison, assuming we’re just going by hours worked. This stuff is definitely part of what’s got me stressed out right now.
More sticky thoughts for LiLi for almost two months.
Howdy all. Been busy today. Signed on to a web site recommended by ex-employer to help with job search, checked employment ads on Monster, USAJobs, Craigs List, and Kijiji. (It is pitiful), took a half hour to walk to a nearby Seven Eleven and bought lottery tickets (a little voice told me this morning, “You have to buy the tickets.”) and now I’m about to edit my LinkedIn account. Okay, yeah, I’m screwing around on the dope, too.
pie, glad you feel better after getting knocked on the knoggin.
taxi, don’t your reviews usually go well?
I like Outback.
Erm, muppet, you live in Canada. It’s supposed to snow there in February.
People have sane bosses??? Why didn’t anybody tell me those exist!
Howdy Y’all! Two down and three to go!
Dindin is at church tonight. It’s baby Priest’s birthday and we’re havin’ the usual fourth Wednedsay simple supper with a bday cake for him thrown in for good measure. It should be good. Plus Evening Prayer with Communion afterwards, so I get a little mid-week deheathenizin’ which I figure can’t hurt.
I got to work to an email from late yesterday saying we have a VTC today and we shouldn’t wear jeans. Ummm, we were seated the whole time, and from what I could tell, the video feed was barely good enough to show blobs of color let alone quality of garments. I did dash off a reply to the team lead telling her I didn’t get the mail in time and I was wearing jeans, so I guess I was exempt. She was not amused…
Anyway, we told them what we were doing, and they asked us to do some more stuff. With the same deadline. Which we can barely make because people are being reassigned to other teams… grrrrrr I don’t know what’s going on. I’m just going to proceed as I have been until told otherwise.
Remind me again why I didn’t retire last week??
On the happy dance side, my slab roller has been shipped and it’s due here on Tuesday. WOOHOO!!! <insert much happy dancing and frolicksomeness> That means this weekend I absolutely have to move the work table and some assorted junk down in my studio.
I don’t feel like cooking - It might be a Bad Chinese night. we shall see.
Yes, but a) I now have a new coworker who puts in WAAAAAAAAAAY more hours than I do. I know it’s probably because I’m more experienced and more efficient. But it makes me feel nervous and guilty when day after day I leave at 5 or 6 and he’s here until 7 or later. B) I’ve screwed up a lot recently. Four mistakes have come to light in the last month, some of them stretching back a year (so a year’s worth of inaccurate data and bad decisions based on the bad data). And C) I have to have something to worry about. :rolleyes: at myself
I’m sure it’ll be fine, but I’ve been in a funk lately, and I’m having a hard time throwing it off, which is making the worrying worse. And even though I know it’s not healthy, I’m very sensitive to criticism and I really like Manager and want to please her so I have a big dose of fear that she’s going to list all of my shortcomings. Again :rolleyes: at myself.
Why do we have so many leftovers at home? Now I want Bad Chinese, FCM, and we can’t go out 'cause we need to eat up leftovers!
Puggy, I don’t live in Canada for the climate, that’s for sure.
{{taxi}} I’m sure you’re way harder on yourself than your boss or your coworkers could ever be. I should know… I’m the same way.
We’re having leftovers from LiLi-brunch for dinner tonight - burritos with a chorizo, black bean and sweet potato filling. Possibly some corn on the side, though I’m undecided on that front. And beer, because Mexican (and quasi-Mexican) food always tastes best with some beer.
