Yeah, didn’t really need an overwhelming attack of depression and anxiety today…
Amen to that and the rum suggestion.
For what it’s worth, I did manage to avoid going vegan. I’ll play ball with the vitamix because he makes his own and if I want something different, I just dump in produce. But veganism takes way more effort than I’m willing to put in. For a bit I was tempted to vitamix some meat and call it beets. 
Okay, so I’d never do that, but still…the thought of the look on his face makes it really tempting.
Dear Boss:
If you tell me to do piles of non-billable admin work, and tell me I am not allowed to work overtime, why are you so surprised when I am not spending 40 hours a week on billable work? I am happy to spend a greater proportion of my time on billable work - all of it, even - but it does, in fact, actually take time to do the admin work.
And the admin work does actually need doing. Of course, there are other options - you could do it yourself, or you could risk blowing a deadline and the resulting malpractice lawsuit/bar complaint. Or, you know, you could assign the work to someone else, but then don’t come complaining to me when it doesn’t get done, or get done the way you want it done.
I swear, if I wanted to be a Jewish mother, I’d have babies.
P.S. Can I retire yet? No? Damn.
It’s the opposite in my house – I cannot stand heat. I am extremely sensitive and the first to lunge at the A/C when the temps rise. My husband, on the other hand, would happily keep the house set at a temperature that has me cursing. If he gets cold, he can pile on blankets. If I get hot…well, I can only strip down to my skin, and no farther.
Come on, you know what he really wants. He wants you to do it on your own time. And he wants you to smile about it.
…And not complain that he never calls and never visits except to drop more work on your desk.
Hmm.
Although attempts to revive Queen For A Day since 1970 have been largely unsuccessful, adding a death match round might be the feature that puts it in the “viable” column.
Somebody get Springer on the phone…
Nah, he is also an employment lawyer, and there was a Dept. of Labor ruling a few years back that basically said that people in my job classification are legally required to be paid for overtime, and I think he believes that. He is just hopelessly disorganized (literally, he has ADHD and will be the first to tell you that), and since he never does the organizational stuff himself, he simply can’t comprehend how long it takes to run reports, figure out what the hell is going on with cases and clean up the docketing (especially if the person cleaning up the docketing isn’t the one who actually worked on the case), train new people, chase after clients for unpaid bills, close files so we have space to put away other files, find lost files that are actually sitting in his office, etc.
To be fair, I think it’s mostly management bitching at him about it because time is money in this business. But I swear, never in my life have I had a boss who to such a great extent expected other people to keep track of his own workload for him. We have case management software that sends out reminder e-mails to complete tasks. It can be a very helpful productivity tool. But instead of logging into the case management software himself and bumping back tasks that haven’t been completed yet so that he doesn’t forget to do them, or, say, having one of us run a report for him (or, you know, doing the work when he originally planned to do it), he forwards the e-mails to his subordinates and asks them to do it. An e-mail or two a day wouldn’t be crazy, but we’re talking dozens. To each of us. Not for the tasks we’re supposed to do; for the ones he’s supposed to do. And invariably when I log into the case to push back the date, I find other tasks that haven’t been done or pushed back, some of them deadline-sensitive.
The scary part is that this is actually an improvement - he used to bump back practically every single task, every day, for the next day. Finally I suggested that as he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do all those things tomorrow either, why didn’t he bump some of them for next week, or next month, or whenever he was conceivably actually going to complete them? Before that, I think several of us actually spent 25% of our time doing nothing but rescheduling work.
I don’t mind spending time making sure deadlines don’t get blown, but then don’t turn around and bitch that you don’t think I’m using my time productively when I am just doing what you have been asking me to do all along, and in nearly 8 years, this is the first time any mention has ever been made to me of billable hours goals. I’m not a lawyer; if I were, I would have people to assign admin work to, and you know, I would have gone to law school and presumably be making more money than I am after 15+ years in the profession. If you want me to hit some kind of target, you should start by, you know, telling me what that target is. And then letting me do what I need to do to meet it.
I had a really sucky midwife appointment yesterday and I’m not sure what to do about it.
I’m healthy, the baby’s healthy, I went in all ready to talk about fun pregnancy symptoms (SPD! Acid indigestion! Braxton Hicks!) and birth-planning, and left worried, scared and stressed by the nanny-state bullshit they’re starting to pull on me.
Husband will be coming to next appointment with me. Hours later, I’m thinking of all the stuff I could’ve said back to them, he’s more detached from my past so probably better at coming up with it on the spot.
Like my husband, I had heat intolerance until I had thyroid issues. Got thyroid yanked out a few years ago but the meds have to be tinkered with every so often. One of the effects is that now my body’s horrible at predicting temperature. Everyone around me might be, for example, wiping sweat off their brows and peeling their shirts from their skin. I’ll just be standing there shrugging :shrug:
Conversely, I now cannot tolerate a lot of cold. This past Winter From Hell I only made it thanks to multiple layers from head to toe and a judiciously-placed space heater.
I now understand the snowbird phenomenon all to well 
BWHAHAHA!
…er, you’d have to explain to my housemate who Springer is. She only watches PBS if she watches TV at all.
Grrr, just got off the phone with someone who is never going to send me what I need because she couldn’t get my email address right. I spelled it slowly over and over again, but halfway through she’d interrupt and start repeating it from the beginning. Same deal with the fax number. “Area code 352…” “Okay…uh, thrrreeee…” Arrgh! I’ll have to call back later and hope I get somebody else.
Why don’t you get her email addy and send something to her that she can reply to?
Thanks, kaylasdad, but I did already call back and get somebody more competent.
I took time out to bitch first. 
Truck is back in the shop, I fucked up my right hand and it’s pretty much useless, Lucy cat had to go to the vet (injured paw) and it’s humid as hell here in the great Twin Cities.
Feh.
I’ll bet it was this lady:
Now it’s my nephew’s turn. He went and tried to help her( he has a background in mental health issues and dealing with alcoholics) she emailed him after he helped her line up some choices she could take when she was ready. She told him he was inappropriate and that he stirred up all the drama. No good deed etc…
Injured paw turned out to be severe arthritis in her back. The vet wants to do surgery, we can’t afford it. We can try medication, but if it doesn’t work, we will need to say goodbye.
In retrospect, now I know why she flipped out at Dot, which is why Lucy now lives with my mom. When Dot startled her, Lucy twisted, which probably hurt, which caused her to attack.
Dammit.
Aww poor Lucy. I also have a Lucy Cat. She’s a brown tabby and white Maine coon and a bit of a bitch. Still, smartest damn puss I’ve ever owned.
I am sooooo (YAWN!) tired because (YAWN!) the four year old did not (YAWN!) go to bed until 1 a.m.
I like T. He’s a great guy. I am also friends with his wife on Facebook. I agree with most of what she posts. Today, while everybody else on my friends list is celebrating, she posted
[QUOTE=Mrs T]
What’s next legalized beasteality?
[/QUOTE]
Not only is she a bigot, she can’t spell. And I feel I can’t say anything because she’s the wife of a friend.