Wooden Shoe, Sea of dew
Every now and then, and almost always when i am ready to kill someone(s), the universe pulls me back in. I was about ready to put in my 2 weeks notice today. i had the thousand yard stare. someone was going to die. actually, it was so bad that when i walked in this morning, Jeanine, the office manager, said "your vacation time is coming up, wanna see if i can add tuesday for you?" before i even said anything. I don't have much of a poker face, but i was surprised that i was wearing my frustration so vividly.
But anyway, i walk out of my apartment. It had just rained, and the drops were clinging to the grass. I looked to my left, and on the edge of the stairs was a spiderweb. The filament caught the drop and held them like a dozen strings of tiny pearls. It was the sea of dew that rocked the wooden shoe. Or it was the net to fish for the herringfish that swim in the beautiful sea. No. It was a lullaby for a very very angry Craiggers.
I also think that i may have made life very bad at work for someone by accident, because I was worried about her health. She is 6months pregnant, and she is being sent to camp every day to chase after the problem groups in 90 degree heat. Keep in mind that I don't really get along with this woman (i've talked about her before in previous posts). But I think that it is wrong to make a pregnant lady do the hardest work. I mentioned this to my manager yesterday. then today i get called in my another manager to report if i have seen any drop in performance, attentiveness, etc. I think that they are looking for a reason to fire her. I won't cry if she's gone. I don't want to be the one that caused it.
Or do i? Maybe i spoke to my manager because I knew subconsciously that it would set the dominoes falling. Maybe it was because i was pissed because one of my other assistants got all pissed at me yesterday (its another story. she pissed cause the consumer she was with was crazy, and i was chasing another consumer around camp instead of helping her). I was upset, but i didnt report her because i felt she had a legitimate beef, I should have kept the group together instead of splitting them up. but that is still my call. If she had a problem with it, she should go to the manager (which she did, even after I thought we had settled the problem). I didnt want to complain to my manager because "she yelled at me" doesn't seem like an appropriate complaint.
Anyway, its too late to change things. 'The die is cast' as Shakespeare wrote.
Too bad I don't have a wooden shoe i can sail away on.
But anyway, i walk out of my apartment. It had just rained, and the drops were clinging to the grass. I looked to my left, and on the edge of the stairs was a spiderweb. The filament caught the drop and held them like a dozen strings of tiny pearls. It was the sea of dew that rocked the wooden shoe. Or it was the net to fish for the herringfish that swim in the beautiful sea. No. It was a lullaby for a very very angry Craiggers.
I also think that i may have made life very bad at work for someone by accident, because I was worried about her health. She is 6months pregnant, and she is being sent to camp every day to chase after the problem groups in 90 degree heat. Keep in mind that I don't really get along with this woman (i've talked about her before in previous posts). But I think that it is wrong to make a pregnant lady do the hardest work. I mentioned this to my manager yesterday. then today i get called in my another manager to report if i have seen any drop in performance, attentiveness, etc. I think that they are looking for a reason to fire her. I won't cry if she's gone. I don't want to be the one that caused it.
Or do i? Maybe i spoke to my manager because I knew subconsciously that it would set the dominoes falling. Maybe it was because i was pissed because one of my other assistants got all pissed at me yesterday (its another story. she pissed cause the consumer she was with was crazy, and i was chasing another consumer around camp instead of helping her). I was upset, but i didnt report her because i felt she had a legitimate beef, I should have kept the group together instead of splitting them up. but that is still my call. If she had a problem with it, she should go to the manager (which she did, even after I thought we had settled the problem). I didnt want to complain to my manager because "she yelled at me" doesn't seem like an appropriate complaint.
Anyway, its too late to change things. 'The die is cast' as Shakespeare wrote.
Too bad I don't have a wooden shoe i can sail away on.