My work is calling out my name, too. Alas, my knitting is calling louder. Decisions, decisions.
Turns out the package should have been delivered yesterday. A day in which there were exactly two pieces of junk mail delivered, and the package would have fit easily into my mailbox (it was an envelope containing 4 oz. of alpaca yarn). So at least it was at the post office when I went to pick it up. But after speaking to Chris at the post office about it three times on the phone – once to complain, once for him to call me back and say the carrier didn’t have it, and once for him to call me back and say he’d found it there – presumably whoever was too friggin’ lazy yesterday will at least try next time. Although why they didn’t try again today is beyond me. All the carriers know I work at home; I go out and meet them at least once a week. to collect the mail directly from their hot little hands. Aargh.
It’s not hot here, but it’s SO humid I finally gave up and shut the house up and turned on the air to try to dry it out a bit. When it’s this humid (72° with 87% humidity), it makes me have hot flashes. Stupid post-menopausal hormonal idiocy.
I’m about ready to go to bed and sleep for a while and then get up and start the day all over again, thus far it’s been a seriously useless day!
I think the post-lunch donwannas just struck here again. ::sigh::
I’m off tomorrow, which makes it worse. We’re going home for a bbq/picnic/reception for my side of the family and friends since we didn’t invite any of them to the actual wedding (back in Dec.). I think it’s going to be a lot of fun. I just have to pack tonight. And put out food for the cat. And buy some snacks for the plane tomorrow. I think that’s it. Well, I have to get through 3 1/2 hours of work. Oh well.
I won’t be around until Tuesday. Have a great weekend!
Oh, yay! I just learned that the August slow season is finally having a minor effect on my work. I’ve already done enough that, frankly, I’m quite happy to pick and choose amongst what’s available, and I don’t like any of it. So I’m going to have a nice, quiet weekend, and maybe get caught up on some sewing and blocking my knitting.
Next month, of course, when Congress returns, I shall be cursing their [del]meaningless drivel[/del] regular high-paying workload again…
Mama Tigs we’re pretty slow here too - most of our customers are either USN or shipyards and contractors repairing USN ships. But we know enough by now to get ready for the lack of business. A lot of our required annual training and other time-consuming but not billable evolutions in the various departments goes on in August.
I almost got 7 hours of sleep today. Except around hour 5, the phone rang. It was a headhunter looking for FCD. Bear in mind it’s been about 3 years since he was looking for a job, so his resume on Monster is a bit out of date. Yet he gets several calls a month. But all are for jobs at least 2 hours away paying at most $20K less than he’s making now. So those are really short phone calls.
Anyway, I’m up. It’s almost time to feed the critters. I need to decide what to do for supper. Thank goodness tonight’s the last night shift. Unfortunately, tomorrow, I have to go back for a meeting at 2, so I won’t get much more than a long nap…
Hey - who knows about refrigerator noises? Specifically, ours makes a noise reminiscent of a model train whistle when the motor’s running. The fridge is working fine, but the noise is annoying as all get out, and noises usually precede disasters. I can’t afford a disaster right now, but maybe if we catch it in the noise phase, it won’t be as expensive, right? Stoopit appliance.
So, tonight is ice cream night at work. I ran into Food Lion on the way in yesterday and got a bag of Reese’s PB chips as my contribution to the topping bar. I figured someone else would bring M&Ms or chocolate chips or nuts or cherries or cool whip or hot fudge. We shall see. How weird if everyone showed up with Reese’s PB chips!
Reminds me of a friend who had a pot luck BBQ. She was supplying the burgers and weenies, and she asked everyone else to bring a side or dessert. She refused to try to coordinate, saying “If everyone brings cole slaw, we’ll eat a lot of cole slaw.” As it happened, there was a really good variety of veggies, salads, and sweets. Who’d’a thunk it.
Well, gotta feed the fuzzy fambly members. Save my chair till I get back.
So there’s a position open in another department, 4 levels up from where I am now (salary, not building) and I’m pretty sure I’m qualified for it. But I don’t have a resume (never needed one - got this job thru dad’s connections) and it’s been at least ten years since I’ve interviewed for a promotion within the department. I’m chicken. I need encouragement.
Go for it, Rosie! If you’re qualified, there’s nothing to stop you! <slips extra encouragement through CD drive>
My comments about slow work were actually not a complaint, Sean – I’m used to having January and August be quiet months, and try to plan time off accordingly. Unfortunately, it appears that in the last couple of years I have reached a point where I’m the first one they go to with just about any work they have, which means that my quiet months have been anything but. I don’t mind working hard, but I do like to have a slow stretch once in a while! At least I’ll be taking a week off next month – we’re having a girls week out in Oregon, visiting a friend whose health doesn’t permit her to travel – so that’ll be a nice break. But I would have liked August to be a bit quieter!
Get out of my chair and write your damned resume, rosie!!
Do you feel encouraged?
I was listening to a couple of the young 'uns at work discussing the expression “Now you’re cooking with gas!” and one of them opined that it had something to do with the advent of propane grills. If I wasn’t in the middle of something, I’d have had to smack him. For those unfamiliar with the expression, scroll about halfway down the page here.
I’ve got a headache, so I’m caffeinating. I suspect, tho, that it’s the lack of sleep that’s messing with my skull. At least this weekend I can transition back to some sense of normalcy - at least with regards to my schedule. We get to mow the yard this weekend. And go to the convenience center with 2 cans of garbage and 2 big bags of recycling. Oh yeah, we know how to fill our weekends with wild times. Stand back and watch us go…
<yawn>
I should probably empty the dishwasher. Yeah, I’ll get right on that.
reality check -
I don’t[ul]
[li]own a business suit[/li][li]have a piece of paper that says I studied the stuff in college[/li][li]look “socailly acceptable”, size-wise[/li][li]have a lot a of respect of abused authority (middle and upper management types so full of themselves and act like they’re the policy makers)[/li][/ul]
so, really, is there a point in applying?
Go, rosie, go! What’s the worst that could happen? They say no, and your life goes on. Unless there are politics at your job about transfer applications? Haven’t you mentioned before that you’re at the top of your pay band/scale? Even if this one didn’t work out, it still gets your name out there.
I’m on the leg of my sock! I’m so excited - it still looks like a sock! The trick is to finish the second sock. This will be difficult, since I received this book last night. It’s incredible. A totally different way of looking at socks. There are a lot of $65+ baby booties in there (cashmere AND Sea Silk? On a baby?), but it’s the master patterns that are the meat of the book. I can hardly wait to cast on for the practice socks.
ETA: Rosie, so you buy an affordable business suit, put your resume together, and go for it anyway. On the other hand, it sounds like you really don’t like the place you work for? If that’s the case, go for it anyway, and use it as practice for interviewing for a new job.
I am comfortable in my current position. The supervisors pretty much leave me alone to get the work done (other supervisors micro manage and check up on their staff every hour: “what are you working on? when will you be finished?” CONstantly. not mine.) It would be a very big step in a totally different environment. Like I said - I’m chicken.
**anyrose **if you don’t then I’ll post that damn song again.
Yay yay yay!!! I had a four hour day at work today and now I have four rest days and then five days of fun training! It’s like a ten day holiday. Cept with trains involved at some points. And there shall be lots of photography at the Notting Hill Carnival. Yay yay yay!!!
I think in our world, “comfortable” is another way of saying “brainless” – you can get throiugh the day without exerting yourself too much, and do a good job, but nothing to write home about.
You’ve still got… what, certainly near 20 years to retirement? You want to keep doing the same old, same old until then!?
I ordered my first book off of Amazon today; I had a gift certificate I needed to use so I ordered Charles de Lint’s Widdershins. I love his books.
Why oh why is Magic licking my cleavage? I feel like I’ve had dermabrasion. Weird cat.
Today is Mr. SCL’s day off but one of the other nurses had a death in the family so he’s working. I went to buy cat litter and have to leave in a few minutes to feed librarian friend’s cats and pick up something for dinner. And some milk. Must remember milk.
Rosie, go for it!!! What’s the worst thing that they can say, No? Then you stay in your comfortable position that you are now.
Besides you can say no to them too if they offer you the job, if you decide you don’t want it. Why not apply? You have nothing to lose. Only experience to gain. Besides the MMPers send really good job and interview vibes. And fast too.
**LOUNE ** hasn’t been around all week, I don’t believe. He’s still alive though, I’ve chatted with him on msn.
SCL, don’t feel bad, the only person that flirts with me is my hubby.
Major microburst here. Gust of wind that buffeted my car and knocked the power out in Flossmoor (neighboring town). VERY large branch down next to our back deck, but no house/deck damage.
I came home from work to heat and sun. #1 son called to be picked up from school–it was starting to cloud over. T-storms were due tonight. I left #2 son at home (trip to the HS is 10 minutes tops)–the Storm hit just as I got to the HS. I called home on my cell and #2 didn’t pick up. Very scarey, because now I’m hearing on the radio about the tornado warning and I’m hearing the tornado siren. Get #1 son and try to get home. #2 son finally picks up-he’s on the other line with the Husband–IN the basement. Phew. Evade flying garbage cans and tree debris to get home. We all hung out in the basement. Daughter is now home (field hockey practice was cancelled–ya think?!?).
Storm moving off to IN and MI. Yikes (and I like storms!).
I would not have left if I knew there was a possible tornado coming. I had had the radio on all the way home from work–not a hint of this. (I got home 30 minutes prior to getting #1 son).
All’s well.
Yay on possible promotions–get your resume in gear,** Rosie**!
I wish I could have an affair. No one ever asks ME to have an affair. Hmmph.
I guess whoever said “it’s all in a name” was right…