I work in probably the quietest part of the building. Not many people around, only a little foot traffic in the hall outside my door. It’s nice…not too many distractions.
But. I know as much about the bathroom habits of the women in this building as their husbands or domestic partners do.
You see, directly across the hall from my door is the door to the ‘downstairs’ women’s restroom. You know…the one that they use when they don’t want to take care of business in the main restroom upstairs.
I learned to be very, very careful to not look out my door when I hear someone emerge from there. Why? Because I know if they have an upset tummy. I know if they unwrapped a hygeine product. And I DON’T want to know who it is if I can help it.
My alternative is to close my door every time I hear someone go in. But that would involve getting up out of my chair and walking a couple steps to close it and then again to open it. I could leave my door closed the whole time, but that seems a little anti-social and I only do that when I’m in a crappy mood.
My last office, concidentally, was directly upstairs from my current one. Because of the building layout, it was across from the ladies’ room too. The worst that happened up there, though, was having to listen to the pregnant girl puke every morning for a while. Eeech.
Chimera, I debated posting this or not, but … when I first started hanging out here I completely ignored usernames at first. After a while, I started to just look at them, but didn’t really commit anyone to memory.
Yours is among the very 1st usernames I started to recognize on this board, and that’s 100% because of the posts you wrote years ago about a particularly soul-crushing job.
So – cheers! You seem to deserve better than you’ve been getting, and I’m genuinely glad that this aspect of your life is looking up for you.
You know, it is really…nice. When I first discussed wanting to be hired on with my manager, we discussed a salary range and she said it would be toward the lower end of that range. When I had my interview with the HR guy, he said it would be toward the higher end of the range. So I was setting my sights on a figure about 3/4 the way up the range, which would be $5k below the IT job I quit in 2001. Thinking “ok, I’ll be making less than I did then, but it’s a good position, and its a start.”. But in the back of my mind, that ‘less than then’ still stuck at me as ‘not quite there’.
Then I was offered nearly $15k more than that figure, or just less than $10k MORE than I made back then. So it kinda makes it complete. And I tell you, it’s going to take all the time between now and my official start date for me to process this, unravel the knots and uncover the scars that I wasn’t fully aware were there.
I have a rotating list of supervisors at work. For some reason the vast majority of them are old ladies. Most of them are pretty nice but a few really need to check into that nursing home where they can be assholes a little more quietly. Today’s supervisor is 75 and has me confused with one of her poor daughters. She just talked to me in the sort of way that makes me want to reach out and tell her how pathetic it is that’s she’s not fucking retired already. There is no way I will be doing this job thirty years from now unless my other choice is eating cat food which will not happen unless we get a total collapse of the stock market and/or possibly an alien invasion and massive asteroid hit. More importantly if she’s going to be that condescending, she needs to reserve it for a daughter who can at least expect an inheritance for putting up with her infantile bullshit.
Chimera, congratulations! Please send any leftover job karma my way in a few weeks, it has been two years, and it is almost co-op time.
475 this AM, PCP, when I finally got ahold of him after a 20 minute wait to talk to the front desk <head desk> suggested they apply pathogenesis to themselves. I countered with Bi-Lateral Orchiectomy with a dull, rusty spoon, and we were both amused.
Wound Care Center decided that perhaps this was not the route to take, and told me to taper down the Prednisone and get the sugars back to normal, and we will go from there.
Next crisis was son’s Boy Scout campout week starts THIS Sunday, not NEXT Sunday, and of course the health forms I picked up went missing. The Dear wife and I were having a to-do about said forms: I passed them along; she knew not where they were. Of course, Vorlon Jr. had them; all I knew was I had passed them along and my work here was done. Perhaps hiding in the man cave for the remainder of the evening would be prudent.
I love being outside; I love walking and digging and gardening and just being out there. Why do I get a massive frigging headache every time I spend any time at all in the sun? My husband thinks it’s dehydration, but I drink copious amounts of water and weak fruit juice all day. {Pounds back yet another glass of water.} I wear my sunglasses, I wear a good hat - why does my head do this?
Alright! It’s always nice when a problem is solved so neatly. And good on you (and The Best Husband In The World) for sticking with an older Jeep! Personally, I think they’re worth it.
My previous battery would not allow the Jeep to idle when the temperature was below freezing…you had to hold the gas pedal down slightly until everything had warmed up a bit, then it was fine. My current battery (~4 years old) has been found to have extremely low cold crank amps; I’ll probably replace it if we have a cold winter, since I had two similar cranking issues last year.
Heh - it would have been funny if you had posted, “We had one neighbor.”
My neighbours across the street have two kids. They play outside in their front yard often (good for them for that, I guess) - the problem is that if they’re playing, they’re screaming. OHMYGODWOULDYOUPLEASESHUTUP!!! The whole neighbourhood can hear your stupid kids screaming.
All hoops jumped through. Officially start August 1.
No more worries or anxiety that it will fall through.
Already discussing taking some PAID time off end of September to go to the Black Hills Buffalo Roundup. Too bad I don’t have a friend in Colorado to visit for some, ummm… desserts.
You can’t be nice to people. I swear to god I’m eventually going to learn this lesson. You have to start out being an asshole so that when you piss on them they think it’s rain.
I had to get yet another guy for the grass this year. Again I tried to be nice. I’ll skip the details. Again they try to take advantage of the situation. So I go out there and this guy actually has the balls to get in my face. Not for real, but in a way that could be misconstrued.
If this moron only knew who/what he’s dealing with. He’s pissed me off to the point where it’s only going to take a very little push and it will all be over before either of us knew what happened. OK, that was probably more ominous sounding that it actually is. More specifically, I’m perfectly capable of acting on instinct and fucking him up before I would catch myself. There’s also the chance I might be a little lax about catching myself if I didn’t think there would be any permanent damage. I really, really have to try not to think like that though.
I think the ocean gave me an ear infection. It’s all clogged and a little sore. No fever yet, but I’m sure it’s coming. Ugh.
Also, I waited most of the day to be a witness in my cell phone thief’s trial, only to be told it’s been postponed and given another bloody subpoena. If I’d known reporting the theft would be this much of a pain, I’d have kept quiet about it.
It’s always nice when a problem is solved so neatly. And good on you (and The Best Husband In The World) for sticking with an older Jeep! Personally, I think they’re worth it.