Today's earworm, work and a beach photo for Kate
Today's earworm: alternating songs from Cobra Starship's Hot Mess album. The title track and The Scene Is Dead - Long Live the Scene. In particular the chorus and the lyric, I can love you like a sailor, I can make you dance all night. As I mentioned to The Biochemist, whenever I hear this song, I imagine all of the Cobras in sailor suits with bellbottoms and pinafore tops. The image needs to Go Away.
It may not (hah! isn't, I'm sure) obvious from my blog, but one of my primary characteristics is curiosity. Four words that describe me best are I want to know. Which is politely called curiosity but could also be incurable nosiness. My mom tells stories about me being frustrated at school as a child because I wanted to know more than I was being told/taught. And also of being accidentally elbowed because I hovered too close as she worked at the counter in the kitchen. I needed to see what was going on! One of the reasons I'm good at my job is that when I see anomalies, I want to know why they are, to figure them out and fix them if possible. Which means that a lot of people ask me to fix things for them that aren't really within the scope of my job. I don't mind usually. But I've reached the point that 1) I don't have time for this because of my own workload, and 2) I've felt like one colleague (who everyone agrees -- including his supervisor -- is really not up to his job, intellectually speaking) is taking advantage, shuffling "problems" to me that have been assigned to him for resolution, then taking credit for my solutions. Today I said no, which is pretty hard for me in the work context. No, I'm not taking those back and fixing the problem. They were correct when I gave them to you, and all of the documentation attached verifies that; anomalies in the electronic files that appeared after I turned them over to you, perhaps because of a bug in the database, are a computer/tech problem. To resolve that, you need to work with IT and solve the problem yourself. I felt lazy, like one of those people who refuses to perform any task not specifically listed in their job description (we have many of those at the office), but also justified.
And for Kate, a beach photo:
This was taken just after sunrise on one of the windier days last week. So much wind that despite the sun, the beach was empty that day. The boardwalk and neighborhood businesses did brisk business though, since people couldn't really lounge comfortably in the 20mph wind.