It's The Most Dysfunctional Time Of The Year
I am going to the Meat Packer today, and I was supposed to be meeting with the I.T. guys from Slate and "showing them around". But, as of yet, I've not received any email or correspondence from any of them to confirm this is happening. I was going there regardless, so it doesn't make a difference to me if it happens or not. However, if they aren't there today there's no tour again until after the new year, cause I have no intention of going back till January.
I have to deal with a lot of petty, stupid stuff when I go there today. Well, the tasks are petty, the people are the stupid stuff. And I've done nothing further with that software/email issue from the other day. Of course, I've heard nothing from the other people involved either. You see, the expectation is always on me to be emailing and asking and following up and all that. The other people... you know, the ones who actually have the ability to solve the problem, will just give no effort nor do they care. I had kind of forgotten that this has been the software people's M.O. for years. They have always said the issue was me, or on my "end", even when the problem was blatantly and obviously theirs. This is just another case of it. I really don't care, even though I know this is going to come back to haunt me before the end of the week. I am so tired of being the one dealing with it all.
We had to wrap all the gifts for the Sparrow's family last night so they could be mailed off today. Christmas is approaching fast, and will be over equally as quickly. Though, as I constantly complain, that specter of my family is looming large over everything again. I had momentary slivers of fun and the "Christmas spirit" while doing the task last night. Only to have those feelings poisoned by the questions of what is happening that day and what the expectation on us is.
If we knew if and when we were going to be volunteering at the cat cafe on the 25th, it'd make it easier to just say what the plan is. But, as of yet, she has not asked us to help. Though I was there yesterday on lunch to check on Miss Mona and Doralee and she made a passing comment when talking about meal time there that we'd probably see soon how nuts it gets.
In an ideal world, we could just stop by my mom's early in the morning for "breakfast" and then say we have to leave to do the cat thing at lunchtime. And then the BIL and Gayle invited us over for food later. It'd be a long day being away from home, but at least there'd be a time limit of being at my mom's house. Going at all being the greatest inconvenience, of course. I feel resentment building just at the thought of it. Partially because I can hear her in my head. Her and her little comments, making sure it is announced "this isn't what it's usually like", "why can't my kids get along" etc etc... allusions to how her family hasn't turned out how she wanted. Just all those little things she does to passive-aggressively express her feelings, because she is too weak and pathetic to just say how she feels directly.
I'm really just coming to the end of my rope with my family. I used to think cutting them off was just a fantasy and a rash reaction. Now it really does seem like the only logical step. Why would a person willingly endure this toxicity over and over again. I have nothing to prove to anyone and I owe no one a reason. Yet, here I am, caught in the vortex of "family".
I need to head out here right after our 9 AM call. Though I don't want to get there too early, that way some of the annoying people will be leaving before I have to work in their areas. I've got to setup a machine for that new, annoying manager as well. That is, move the old machine at his desk somewhere to setup for two of his employees. The moron unplugged it, but has not moved it where it is going, which would have allowed me to configure it remotely. He's capable enough to setup monitors and monitor stands and get his own desk how he wants it (and focused a lot of time and energy to do so), yet he couldn't move a workstation five feet to another desk and plug it in. I am sure he feels he's "above" that. He sure acts that way.
I really hate this guy. He'll never get an immediate response from me as long as he works there. I've been pretty good so far making him wait. He also picks and chooses when he CC's other people on emails and when he emails me directly (or has the HR chick email for him). I know it is part of his game, but it really makes no difference. It doesn't make me rush to see the CFO's email address on top. I could care less.
I am sure if he finds out I am out next week, he'll suddenly have all kinds of issues he needs resolved. At the very least, I expect an email from him on Christmas Eve, and bright and early on the 26th. I'd bet money on it. I know his game.
I have to deal with a lot of petty, stupid stuff when I go there today. Well, the tasks are petty, the people are the stupid stuff. And I've done nothing further with that software/email issue from the other day. Of course, I've heard nothing from the other people involved either. You see, the expectation is always on me to be emailing and asking and following up and all that. The other people... you know, the ones who actually have the ability to solve the problem, will just give no effort nor do they care. I had kind of forgotten that this has been the software people's M.O. for years. They have always said the issue was me, or on my "end", even when the problem was blatantly and obviously theirs. This is just another case of it. I really don't care, even though I know this is going to come back to haunt me before the end of the week. I am so tired of being the one dealing with it all.
We had to wrap all the gifts for the Sparrow's family last night so they could be mailed off today. Christmas is approaching fast, and will be over equally as quickly. Though, as I constantly complain, that specter of my family is looming large over everything again. I had momentary slivers of fun and the "Christmas spirit" while doing the task last night. Only to have those feelings poisoned by the questions of what is happening that day and what the expectation on us is.
If we knew if and when we were going to be volunteering at the cat cafe on the 25th, it'd make it easier to just say what the plan is. But, as of yet, she has not asked us to help. Though I was there yesterday on lunch to check on Miss Mona and Doralee and she made a passing comment when talking about meal time there that we'd probably see soon how nuts it gets.
In an ideal world, we could just stop by my mom's early in the morning for "breakfast" and then say we have to leave to do the cat thing at lunchtime. And then the BIL and Gayle invited us over for food later. It'd be a long day being away from home, but at least there'd be a time limit of being at my mom's house. Going at all being the greatest inconvenience, of course. I feel resentment building just at the thought of it. Partially because I can hear her in my head. Her and her little comments, making sure it is announced "this isn't what it's usually like", "why can't my kids get along" etc etc... allusions to how her family hasn't turned out how she wanted. Just all those little things she does to passive-aggressively express her feelings, because she is too weak and pathetic to just say how she feels directly.
I'm really just coming to the end of my rope with my family. I used to think cutting them off was just a fantasy and a rash reaction. Now it really does seem like the only logical step. Why would a person willingly endure this toxicity over and over again. I have nothing to prove to anyone and I owe no one a reason. Yet, here I am, caught in the vortex of "family".
I need to head out here right after our 9 AM call. Though I don't want to get there too early, that way some of the annoying people will be leaving before I have to work in their areas. I've got to setup a machine for that new, annoying manager as well. That is, move the old machine at his desk somewhere to setup for two of his employees. The moron unplugged it, but has not moved it where it is going, which would have allowed me to configure it remotely. He's capable enough to setup monitors and monitor stands and get his own desk how he wants it (and focused a lot of time and energy to do so), yet he couldn't move a workstation five feet to another desk and plug it in. I am sure he feels he's "above" that. He sure acts that way.
I really hate this guy. He'll never get an immediate response from me as long as he works there. I've been pretty good so far making him wait. He also picks and chooses when he CC's other people on emails and when he emails me directly (or has the HR chick email for him). I know it is part of his game, but it really makes no difference. It doesn't make me rush to see the CFO's email address on top. I could care less.
I am sure if he finds out I am out next week, he'll suddenly have all kinds of issues he needs resolved. At the very least, I expect an email from him on Christmas Eve, and bright and early on the 26th. I'd bet money on it. I know his game.