The flowers are beautiful, gt! It’s turning spring-like here: the forsythia were out when we were driving around on Sunday. But no flowering trees yet. Although I’m thinking maybe I need to get out to the arboretum to see if they have crab apples in bloom. Once the spring season really starts, I go to the arboretum almost weekly to keep up with what’s in bloom. I love spring.
Mia - death chicken.
Sigh, and the fucking bullshit at this job never ends.
All of a sudden, I’ve been told that I cannot attend the training that I’ve already reserved a seat and booked a hotel room for in May because, get this, me and another co-worker cannot be gone at the same time. The issue I have with this is that our new analyst AND my boss would be here.
Yet, it’s perfectly fucking FINE to leave me here by MYSELF for fucking WEEEEEEKS on end. I am furious. No, I am beyond furious.
My only other choices for this training are for when I’m on vacation in August or in September.
I am so done with being helpful here. Done with everything. I’m going to come in do what’s required of me alone and that’s fucking it.
Oh, and this other co-worker? She’s going to be gone for a total of three, count three weeks in May. Guess who gets to cover everything? Yup, me again.
I think I’ll be shutting my office door today. I’m so furious I can’t see straight.
{{Taters}} That sucks.
What are these flowers, gt? They’re very pretty but I don’t recognize them.
Spuds, you work in a Civil Service position, so I should remind you that killing federal employees is a capital offense.
Shit. I just found yet another issue with this code I’m running. It’s a huge project that I’ve been working on off and on since December. I thought I had the code finalized last week, but then a coworker found an issue that meant I had to go back to the beginning (running weekly updates; I started in Jan '09 and was up to Apr) and start again. Now I found that the underlying data changed - at my request to make it better, but that the change now means I have to start over again. At least I’d only gotten up to February this time. But ARGH! I am so sick of this project, and I still am not 100% confident that it’s all right.
taxi, I think you need to send the picture to “public”. And on another line of thought, reports suck.
makes sure the axes are all well away from Taters
Mighty, we’re talking southern rednecks. It would be extremely long odds to get them to consider a breed rescue. There would be glaciers in Hell a mile deep before they’d look at a mutt from a shelter.
The ManChild HAS to have a Mastiff because His Cousin Has One And It’s A Very Cool Dog[sup]tm[/sup]. Furthermore, they have to start with a 6 week old puppy, because that’s how it’s done.
I’ve been tangentially involved involved in Boxer rescues for many years, and I’ve handled puppies and grown dogs both as fosters. Personally, I’d rather slide down a 50 foot razorblade into a pool of saltwater before I adopt a dog less than 6 months old. But then I have the benefit of possessing more than 10 active neurons floating around between my ears.
The picture’s on GT’s flickr.
Class definitely helped, but not enough carryover. Not in a happy place, I’m afraid.
:dubious:Oh, trust me. I am keeping away from sharp objects. I am keeping away from everyone. I had a “discussion” with my supervisor about it. Guess who lost.
You know what’s really stupid? Last summer, at the last minute, I was tagged to go to a symposium/conference in Texas. I didn’t want to go, but had to since my co-worker had a procedure scheduled for the weekend before I was to leave. She was pissed, because she wanted to go.
So, since she didn’t get to go to that, I got screwed out of Business Plan training, I’m screwed out of going to that same symposium this year, AND she got to choose her date for the course I had cancel. I had ASKED to go to this one. It was the only that worked for me. Now, I have to go during my husband’s birthday, assuming there will even be a seat available.:mad::dubious::rolleyes:
How fucking petty…
Whatever, I’m out of here at the first opportunity, even if it’s a fucking lateral position.
I looked at both the CPOL and OPM job sites today. Unfortunately, nothing out there; but I plan to look every day.
Jeebus, Taters, that’s awful. Are you sure your coworkers aren’t nurses in disguise? :eek:
Taxi–no clue as to which flower you mean…
I am also somewhat annoyed. I went to the bank today to cash a few checks–I had one from a refund for a whopping $1.51, one from the Youth Group at church for $12 and one from the high school for $172 (I like that one). I got Nancy.
Lemme tell y’all 'bout Nancy. Nancy is um, an older woman who is very set in her ways. Her husband was in the military, or maybe her son was–I’m not sure, but it strikes me as significant. Nancy has done many things to me in the course of our “relationship” at the drive up window, including (but not limited to) pulling funds out of my personal account to cover our joint account (sans my permission), refusing to tell us the new PIN number* (system changeover) when we were in France (TH then talked to the President of the bank, who read us the PIN so we could get needed money), and well–other various picayune things that I need not go into here.
Today Nancy decided that I could not cash the HS check ($172) because the check was made out to Mr and Mrs. Fair enough, and she is correct in that particular. But when I then suggested that I could deposit the check and then withdraw the same amount, she balked. Nope, not w/o Mr’s signature. Rather than argue with her (she can make a rock seem hysterical), I drove home, told TH who (and it is funny) laughed at the insanity of all this and then drove back to the bank with Mr’s signature, so all is now Right in NancyWorld…
So now (since it is coming on to rain) I need to wash my hair and twiddle my thumbs. No use spreading Preen if it’s just gonna wash away.
*Yes, yes, laudatory etc. But here’s the deal: TH has been on the board of this bank, we have been members for almost 20 years. I am known by name, as is TH. Hell, our kids are known there. Ordinarily, I would applaud such devotion to security, but NOT when we are calling from France and out of cash.
What would happen if you stopped dog sitting for them?
We have already. They took us for granted too often, and we now (rightfully) claim no room at the inn.
Home to a Scruffy-less house. **FCD **let her out and she’s disappeared. She never disappears. I’m thinking of walking around the neighborhood and looking for her. Idiot dog…
I finally found out today that my old boss is going to be my new boss - yay! He’s a good guy and we have a good working relationship. How great is it that I can tell him to Bite Me! 
He was also the one conducting the training today, and he’s good. I actually learned some stuff. So it wasn’t a total waste.
Two more days of work this week, unless I cop a 'tude and take Thursday off. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.
Well, off to go check the highways and byways, or at least the neighborhood roads. Stoopit dog. She better not be dead in a ditch…
OK, no panic. Scruffy’s home. A neighbor picked her up after she almost got hit by a van. As I was walking down the street, he stopped and asked if I knew anyone who lost a little dog. They’d locked her up inside so she wouldn’t run off or get hit by a car. Guess we need to watch her more closely now.
**FCD **and I are going to check out the new Olive Garden for supper. No cooking for me! YAY!!
Glad Scruffy’s home and safe.
I think I can make it through the week without going to the grocery store. Since I was out of town over the weekend I didn’t make my usual weekly trip to the store. Sunday, I said I’d go after work on Monday ('cause the store was closed when I tried to go on Sunday). Monday I didn’t feel like going so I said I’d go today. Today, I’m thinking I can make it until Friday. It’ll involve eating lots of frozen vegetables.
Glad Scruffy is home safe, FCM. Good news about the new-old boss.
Day still sucks, still not interacting with anyone, just doing my job…and that’s ALL.
Fuck 'em.
Howdy Y’all! One down and four to go!
{{{Taters}}} if we need to we can always get up a posse. We’re good for that here in mumperland. Here’s to you findin’ another position soon.
Glad Scruffy’s safe MOOOOOOM. Yay for good neighbors!
rigs it can be a pain but reckon how many times Nancy has been told to follow proper procedure and never, ever, never, ever, not even once detour from it. My guess is about Eleventyjillionbazillion and two-thirds times. Or she could just be the world’s most anal person.
Mia I see taxi pointed you to death chicken and the Mumper food blog. Bookmark that blog. It is like one of the best recipe books evah! I’ve made a bunch of those recipes and have tons of 'em on my “to cook” list.
{{{soapy}}} cause it looks like you need one.
Before I went sleepy bye last night I took some poke chops out of the freezer. Today I decided to grill 'em, make some mac 'n cheese and steam some frozen veggies that were a combo of green beans, squash, carrots and red bell peppers. I was suprised at how good they were. Anywho, good dindin.
Tomorrow will either be death chicken, fried chicken thighs or the rest of the ham. I must make a decision, the weight of which is burdensome. If I’m lazy it’s ham and leftover veggies from the fridge that I will thoughtfully nuke. If I’m productive it’s death chicken or fried chicken thighs dependin’ on what I feel like doin’. DC is easier though cause it’s all throw together and let bake. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.
Of course, then again, I could just go swipe General Tso’s supper.
I plump for world’s most anal. She’s certainly a pain in MY ass.
Sun came out, but it’s hot as hell out there and HUMID. No gardening today. I mean, I might break a sweat or something. :eek:
chicken for dinner. But what with that, you ask? I dunno.
rigs we cannot have you breaking a sweat! Delicate flower that you are you might succumb to the vapors! :eek: