Bleh.
Life is really just annoying and not much fun right now. And I think it's a worldwide condition. I've seen a lot of you say the same things in your journals.
I cannot seem to pull myself out of this funk.
No matter how long I sleep, I'm tired. By the end of the day, I'm snippy and cranky with just about everyone. Last night, I had club skating practice; I have been looking forward to this because nothing raises my energy level and perks up my mood like an hour of killing myself on the rink floor. Really. Felak *hearts* endorphins. But last night, I went out onto the floor, warmed up, and ran through my portfolio of spins--about fifteen minutes--and *crash.* I was done. Bobby had a hockey game afterward at the ice rink--I felt like I lived at rinks last night--and a friend I haven't seen in a while showed up to watch him play, and I didn't even have the energy to say much to him. Or anyone.
Work has been annoying. I am sick of fielding questions about what was and was not done while I was gone last week. Frankly, I don't give a shit. If my boss can't do my job, then who else can? And it's not like I was vacationing in the Bahamas. I was at a fucking funeral. For once, I would have liked to be at work, even if I had to run warrants and answer their fifteen million stupid questions.
I want some space here, maybe a little time to get back on my feet, but it's not there.
My boss found out that my position as a "Research Statistician I" had been reclassified and given a pay raise. A seven thousand dollar pay raise. No one bothered to raise my pay, though, so now Johnny's trying to get the increase for me. He--rightfully--senses that the way people keep piling more and more responsibilities on my plate, I'm not going to stay here for the paltry rate they're giving me. So the seven thousand is a good thing...but I have a bad feeling that someone's going to come back and say that because I'm a contractual employee, then I have to work for the peanuts at which I was hired. There's been no indication of this--quite the opposite, actually--but I know the way these bastids work around here.
Please, please--I beg all of you--do not let me be a cheap, asshole of a boss. When my company grows to the point where I hire people, please remind me of this time--and my struggles at The Piece--and kick my ass if I'm not willing to pay my people what they deserve.
Of course, because it's government--and the Division of Parole and Probation a.k.a. the Division of Super-Stoopid Bureacracy--lots of paperwork has to be filled out to bring me up to my proper rate. After dragging myself into work on Monday, I spent most of the day doing and redoing a dozen times my MS100. Johnny the Boss--and I love him; he's the best boss I've ever had--has an annoying tendency of asking me to fix something without looking at the rest of the document first, with the result that I have to fix a dozen things one at a time instead of all at once. He does this all the time. When I do brochures for the bureau, I feel like weeping for all the trees that die while he has me fix mistakes one by one and print a new copy each time. Argh.
Yesterday, I was hoping for my bit of space, but no, the new acting bureau chief had to come down to have me do TO charts. TO charts are the brainchild of bureaucracy. It's not enough to simply list everyone working for a unit and their phone numbers, PIN numbers, etc...no, we must create a stupid graphical organizer that takes ten times as long to create as an Excel database would! And is harder to read! So no one uses it. When Vernon was bureau chief, it made sense that I do things like TO charts, since I am the support staff in this office, and he was part of this office. But yes, I resent doing the same thing for someone who has his own fucking secretary who makes more than I do (as a statistician) to sit on her fat ass all day.
Incidentally, the request for these TO charts was made last week and due "close of business on Friday." Now the bureau chief was sitting right there when it was told that my grandmother had died...did he really think I was going to come to work? To do his goddamn TO charts?? I'm sorry, but that's disrespectful. "Hey, I have a secretary but because she's incompetent, I'm going to get you--the statistician--to do her work for her. Yeah, I know your grandmother died, but these are due four hours after her funeral...you'll get them done by then, right?"
Insensitive and rude, I think.
Bobby's workplace has been even worse than mine, so I don't feel that I have a right to complain. And he's been just as stressed and depressed as me, I think.
Today, no one is here in the office. But of course, the phone has been ringing like crazy. Three days ago, I requested an out-of-state detainer. Three days later, they decided to call the detention center to file it, then wonder why the guy wasn't there anymore. It never fails to amaze me how lackadaisical some of these people are about sending a piece of damned paperwork to keep a criminal in jail. On Saturday, a parole violator was released from a hospital because the hospital contacted the proper unit, but they wouldn't file a detainer. They waited until Tuesday. By then, again, the guy was gone.
So that's two lost in one week who would have been a simple matter of filing a detainer and arranging a transport...good work, guys.
I'm hoping these idiots leave me the hell alone. I'm sick of them all. I also hope my boss doesn't come back to the office today. I really just want a day by myself.
I'm trying to get my other stuff done, but that's piled up since last week and not being able to do much. I'm really behind on SWG, all of my beta work, both RPGs, the Silmarillion reading...and it's all coming due. Oh, and AMC. Because there's one chapter and then the next chapter needs to be written. Because it got destroyed with my USB key. So if any AMC readers have made it this far, you might have deal with another once-per-week posting. Perhaps as an example of my general attitude at this time, that thought doesn't even really bother me.
Well, I owe some people thank you letters for SWG since, apparently, I'm a fucking ingrate for not replying within two days the first time. It's been close to two weeks now. I hope they don't mind too much. If they do...oh well.
Then some beta stuff and work on the RPG, I guess.
I cannot seem to pull myself out of this funk.
No matter how long I sleep, I'm tired. By the end of the day, I'm snippy and cranky with just about everyone. Last night, I had club skating practice; I have been looking forward to this because nothing raises my energy level and perks up my mood like an hour of killing myself on the rink floor. Really. Felak *hearts* endorphins. But last night, I went out onto the floor, warmed up, and ran through my portfolio of spins--about fifteen minutes--and *crash.* I was done. Bobby had a hockey game afterward at the ice rink--I felt like I lived at rinks last night--and a friend I haven't seen in a while showed up to watch him play, and I didn't even have the energy to say much to him. Or anyone.
Work has been annoying. I am sick of fielding questions about what was and was not done while I was gone last week. Frankly, I don't give a shit. If my boss can't do my job, then who else can? And it's not like I was vacationing in the Bahamas. I was at a fucking funeral. For once, I would have liked to be at work, even if I had to run warrants and answer their fifteen million stupid questions.
I want some space here, maybe a little time to get back on my feet, but it's not there.
My boss found out that my position as a "Research Statistician I" had been reclassified and given a pay raise. A seven thousand dollar pay raise. No one bothered to raise my pay, though, so now Johnny's trying to get the increase for me. He--rightfully--senses that the way people keep piling more and more responsibilities on my plate, I'm not going to stay here for the paltry rate they're giving me. So the seven thousand is a good thing...but I have a bad feeling that someone's going to come back and say that because I'm a contractual employee, then I have to work for the peanuts at which I was hired. There's been no indication of this--quite the opposite, actually--but I know the way these bastids work around here.
Please, please--I beg all of you--do not let me be a cheap, asshole of a boss. When my company grows to the point where I hire people, please remind me of this time--and my struggles at The Piece--and kick my ass if I'm not willing to pay my people what they deserve.
Of course, because it's government--and the Division of Parole and Probation a.k.a. the Division of Super-Stoopid Bureacracy--lots of paperwork has to be filled out to bring me up to my proper rate. After dragging myself into work on Monday, I spent most of the day doing and redoing a dozen times my MS100. Johnny the Boss--and I love him; he's the best boss I've ever had--has an annoying tendency of asking me to fix something without looking at the rest of the document first, with the result that I have to fix a dozen things one at a time instead of all at once. He does this all the time. When I do brochures for the bureau, I feel like weeping for all the trees that die while he has me fix mistakes one by one and print a new copy each time. Argh.
Yesterday, I was hoping for my bit of space, but no, the new acting bureau chief had to come down to have me do TO charts. TO charts are the brainchild of bureaucracy. It's not enough to simply list everyone working for a unit and their phone numbers, PIN numbers, etc...no, we must create a stupid graphical organizer that takes ten times as long to create as an Excel database would! And is harder to read! So no one uses it. When Vernon was bureau chief, it made sense that I do things like TO charts, since I am the support staff in this office, and he was part of this office. But yes, I resent doing the same thing for someone who has his own fucking secretary who makes more than I do (as a statistician) to sit on her fat ass all day.
Incidentally, the request for these TO charts was made last week and due "close of business on Friday." Now the bureau chief was sitting right there when it was told that my grandmother had died...did he really think I was going to come to work? To do his goddamn TO charts?? I'm sorry, but that's disrespectful. "Hey, I have a secretary but because she's incompetent, I'm going to get you--the statistician--to do her work for her. Yeah, I know your grandmother died, but these are due four hours after her funeral...you'll get them done by then, right?"
Insensitive and rude, I think.
Bobby's workplace has been even worse than mine, so I don't feel that I have a right to complain. And he's been just as stressed and depressed as me, I think.
Today, no one is here in the office. But of course, the phone has been ringing like crazy. Three days ago, I requested an out-of-state detainer. Three days later, they decided to call the detention center to file it, then wonder why the guy wasn't there anymore. It never fails to amaze me how lackadaisical some of these people are about sending a piece of damned paperwork to keep a criminal in jail. On Saturday, a parole violator was released from a hospital because the hospital contacted the proper unit, but they wouldn't file a detainer. They waited until Tuesday. By then, again, the guy was gone.
So that's two lost in one week who would have been a simple matter of filing a detainer and arranging a transport...good work, guys.
I'm hoping these idiots leave me the hell alone. I'm sick of them all. I also hope my boss doesn't come back to the office today. I really just want a day by myself.
I'm trying to get my other stuff done, but that's piled up since last week and not being able to do much. I'm really behind on SWG, all of my beta work, both RPGs, the Silmarillion reading...and it's all coming due. Oh, and AMC. Because there's one chapter and then the next chapter needs to be written. Because it got destroyed with my USB key. So if any AMC readers have made it this far, you might have deal with another once-per-week posting. Perhaps as an example of my general attitude at this time, that thought doesn't even really bother me.
Well, I owe some people thank you letters for SWG since, apparently, I'm a fucking ingrate for not replying within two days the first time. It's been close to two weeks now. I hope they don't mind too much. If they do...oh well.
Then some beta stuff and work on the RPG, I guess.