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So work is getting fustrating. Yeah, I actually did mean to leave that first "r" out 'cause that's what my new manager says, I kid you not - "fustrating". I've worked at Pink for the past five years, three months and seventeen days. I'm on my fifth manager in that time. It's been six months since this new manager has taken over and she is on a war path to clean up and clear out. Mainly it's the micro-managing that is the most irritating. Every issue has to be analyzed for an hour & then beaten, stomped on, re-analyzed, evaluated by a few other "team members", and then finally a memo gets put up about it.
We've also been informed there's to be no "putting on makeup, magazines, books, texting, nail-filing, slouching in chairs," etc. while at work. We get "ten hours pay for ten hours work". So, needless to say, for the last couple days when it's been slower than hell (Nikki, NO ONE is spending money right now, so don't feel alone) I was thinking stabbing myself in the eye might be a better idea than sitting there listening to my own brain cells die from boredom. That's the kind of thing you think about when you are so used to doing three things at one time and are suddenly reduced to doing three nothings at one time. Then, of course, there's the whole "I've got nothing better to do, so I think I'll stab my co-worker in the back" that is inevitable when you have eleven people in an office together with nothing to do.
This is not to mention that we get to be "supervised" by someone who says "your guyses" and "geez-um-pete's" and was not-so-secretly trying to get you fired up 'til a year ago and, also, is in her position only because no one else applied for the job.
ANYway, new cat at Lo Lo Mai. We've named him Sam. He's all black, afraid of everything, & needs to be neutered. He just showed up one day as most of them do here. Now we have Tigger, Jack, Pie, Creamsicle, Dublin, Sam, & Sacha. Sacha doesn't really belong to the campground - she's supposed to be living next door. Her owners moved to Hawaii & left her with their roommates, but she has realized the campground is much more fun and good for a plate of kibble when Susie or the Jens are working.
There's been much turbulence since Sam has shown up. He & Dublin & Pie get into it and, of course, Dublin is getting blamed for it. I can't really say that thought is without reason, but no one likes to think their child is the problem child. I don't know what we're going to do about him. If he wasn't so spastic we'd just keep him inside. Unfortunately, with things the way they are, he'd tear down our RV door if we tried to keep him in. Paired with the howling, no one would get any sleep.
Jennie's back in school. She's got a crazy schedule since she picked up tutoring at the Learning Center at college. Her tuition is paid by being elected into the Honors Program, she just had to pay for books & we got most of them online at halfdotcom.
I, as usual, am a mound of discontent. Constantly searching for whatever it is that I think will make me happy. Ambien makes me happy. Just kidding. Sort of. Seriously, I took that after my car accident & had the best sleep of my life!
Finished "The Constant Princess" by Phillipa Gregory. I'm really digging historical fiction. It's a history lesson in pretty wrapping. On a completely different note, also read "Three Girls and their Brother" (forget the author). Strange, but probably pretty accurate, book about what life would be like for three sisters when they are suddenly named the new "It" Girls by the New Yorker.
Dottie Anne & Mary Jane are out of their cage. Gena thinks I don't notice her watching them from the top of her cat tree. I don't have to worry about Dragonfly - she's afraid of rats. Saoirse just wants to sniff their butts. He's such a dog.
Well, I'd better go get ready to do nothing tomorrow.
We've also been informed there's to be no "putting on makeup, magazines, books, texting, nail-filing, slouching in chairs," etc. while at work. We get "ten hours pay for ten hours work". So, needless to say, for the last couple days when it's been slower than hell (Nikki, NO ONE is spending money right now, so don't feel alone) I was thinking stabbing myself in the eye might be a better idea than sitting there listening to my own brain cells die from boredom. That's the kind of thing you think about when you are so used to doing three things at one time and are suddenly reduced to doing three nothings at one time. Then, of course, there's the whole "I've got nothing better to do, so I think I'll stab my co-worker in the back" that is inevitable when you have eleven people in an office together with nothing to do.
This is not to mention that we get to be "supervised" by someone who says "your guyses" and "geez-um-pete's" and was not-so-secretly trying to get you fired up 'til a year ago and, also, is in her position only because no one else applied for the job.
ANYway, new cat at Lo Lo Mai. We've named him Sam. He's all black, afraid of everything, & needs to be neutered. He just showed up one day as most of them do here. Now we have Tigger, Jack, Pie, Creamsicle, Dublin, Sam, & Sacha. Sacha doesn't really belong to the campground - she's supposed to be living next door. Her owners moved to Hawaii & left her with their roommates, but she has realized the campground is much more fun and good for a plate of kibble when Susie or the Jens are working.
There's been much turbulence since Sam has shown up. He & Dublin & Pie get into it and, of course, Dublin is getting blamed for it. I can't really say that thought is without reason, but no one likes to think their child is the problem child. I don't know what we're going to do about him. If he wasn't so spastic we'd just keep him inside. Unfortunately, with things the way they are, he'd tear down our RV door if we tried to keep him in. Paired with the howling, no one would get any sleep.
Jennie's back in school. She's got a crazy schedule since she picked up tutoring at the Learning Center at college. Her tuition is paid by being elected into the Honors Program, she just had to pay for books & we got most of them online at halfdotcom.
I, as usual, am a mound of discontent. Constantly searching for whatever it is that I think will make me happy. Ambien makes me happy. Just kidding. Sort of. Seriously, I took that after my car accident & had the best sleep of my life!
Finished "The Constant Princess" by Phillipa Gregory. I'm really digging historical fiction. It's a history lesson in pretty wrapping. On a completely different note, also read "Three Girls and their Brother" (forget the author). Strange, but probably pretty accurate, book about what life would be like for three sisters when they are suddenly named the new "It" Girls by the New Yorker.
Dottie Anne & Mary Jane are out of their cage. Gena thinks I don't notice her watching them from the top of her cat tree. I don't have to worry about Dragonfly - she's afraid of rats. Saoirse just wants to sniff their butts. He's such a dog.
Well, I'd better go get ready to do nothing tomorrow.