Are we sure it's not Tuesday?
I had a dream this morning that I was pregnant and was almost to full term without knowing I was. The doctor told me I was pregnant and I was basically like- "Huh, so that's why my body's all fucked up." I kept it quiet and only told a couple people so I could give the baby away when it was born but I was otherwise very calm about it.
I dreamed I was an example of I didn't know I was pregnant and I was okay with it. *facepalmfacepalmfacepalm*
Then I farted in the shower and it sounded like a cat yowling and I laughed myself silly for a good two minutes.
Class fucking act, right?
We had to cancel our annual Christmas party at work due to low signups. Confirmed attendance was only 34 people, which was only 26-ish actual employees. We have a total of 50+ staff association members who were eligible to come for free. We plan a great party with $2000+ in entertainment, $2000+ for food, $1000 for booze, etc. So that's an insane amount of money to spent on 34 people. :|
There was some waffling back and forth as to what we were going to do, if we would book in a restaurant instead or scrap it altogether, etc. We decided to host a luncheon at work, instead, which brought grumbling from some people because we already have lunch brought in every so often by the company and people were disappointed that it was going to be the same old thing. But like, fuck you guys. This way we actually get to give back to basically EVERYONE in the building, and not just 26.
In the new year C and I will sit down and look at our budget and what we can do throughout the year like pizza parties or ice cream socials, maybe booking an afternoon at a mini-golf/go-kart place for employees to bring their families.
Unfortunately the low turnout is a combination of the date being moved to December from November (which was bitched about as well. In November people said it was too early or ran into Grey Cup shit. In December people are too busy with actual Christmas shit. We can't win.) and low morale. We lost an entire department this year, we're doubling up on roles to stretch employees between departments, we aren't replacing people going on mat leave... it's a shitshow, basically.
So we're doing our best. But last week when all this went down the shit really got to me and I had to take half a clonazepam and cried in my boss' office. Everyone has an opinion, no one wants to actively be involved to help out or make a chance. What's that saying about opinions being like assholes?
So there's the wide ranging thought vomit I've been dealing with these past few days. In my low moments I want to quit my job immediately and feel trapped when I realize the job situation here is pretty shit right now and I'm kind of stuck. In my high moments I... am content.
I really want to do the advent calendar I've done the past couple years but I don't know if I can muster up enough motivation to keep it up for a month. Maybe I'll just post stuff every day anyway, I dunno.
I dreamed I was an example of I didn't know I was pregnant and I was okay with it. *facepalmfacepalmfacepalm*
Then I farted in the shower and it sounded like a cat yowling and I laughed myself silly for a good two minutes.
Class fucking act, right?
We had to cancel our annual Christmas party at work due to low signups. Confirmed attendance was only 34 people, which was only 26-ish actual employees. We have a total of 50+ staff association members who were eligible to come for free. We plan a great party with $2000+ in entertainment, $2000+ for food, $1000 for booze, etc. So that's an insane amount of money to spent on 34 people. :|
There was some waffling back and forth as to what we were going to do, if we would book in a restaurant instead or scrap it altogether, etc. We decided to host a luncheon at work, instead, which brought grumbling from some people because we already have lunch brought in every so often by the company and people were disappointed that it was going to be the same old thing. But like, fuck you guys. This way we actually get to give back to basically EVERYONE in the building, and not just 26.
In the new year C and I will sit down and look at our budget and what we can do throughout the year like pizza parties or ice cream socials, maybe booking an afternoon at a mini-golf/go-kart place for employees to bring their families.
Unfortunately the low turnout is a combination of the date being moved to December from November (which was bitched about as well. In November people said it was too early or ran into Grey Cup shit. In December people are too busy with actual Christmas shit. We can't win.) and low morale. We lost an entire department this year, we're doubling up on roles to stretch employees between departments, we aren't replacing people going on mat leave... it's a shitshow, basically.
So we're doing our best. But last week when all this went down the shit really got to me and I had to take half a clonazepam and cried in my boss' office. Everyone has an opinion, no one wants to actively be involved to help out or make a chance. What's that saying about opinions being like assholes?
So there's the wide ranging thought vomit I've been dealing with these past few days. In my low moments I want to quit my job immediately and feel trapped when I realize the job situation here is pretty shit right now and I'm kind of stuck. In my high moments I... am content.
I really want to do the advent calendar I've done the past couple years but I don't know if I can muster up enough motivation to keep it up for a month. Maybe I'll just post stuff every day anyway, I dunno.