the bastards hung me in the year of '25, but I am still alive
I am a happy Katie today! This is because, despite having a loooong week, it is now FRIDAY. And - AND! - I get to have next Wednesday off! This is especially brilliant as otherwise there would be no way I'd get even half a day off until September. Lookit, I get a WHOLE DAY in which I can have some necessary medical appointments and actually go to knitting group and maybe do some shopping or ANYTHING! *boogies*
Seriously, I nearly hugged my boss when she said I could take a day. I was close to being teary with joy. This may be a sign of how goddamn long it's been just me and my colleague holding down the fort at work, or it might be a sign of me being a huge wuss. Or maybe both.
The reason for why I am allowed a day off - my minion showed up yesterday, and seems fine. Although born in 1945, which, okay, shouldn't really be a problem, since she doesn't seem to be suffering particularly from any of the age-related issues which might make doing the job a problem, and also looks about fifty if that so she shouldn't get flack from any of the young people we deal with... but I was utterly petrified she was going to take one look at me and decide there was no way in hell she was taking any orders from a young-looking-24-year-old whippersnapper like me. Especially since she's Asian, and young white chick being the boss of a much older and more experienced Asian woman = POTENTIAL WORLD OF BADNESS.
However, it seems okay. She seems pretty skilled and serious about the job, and I am going with a policy of "just be as un-micromanagey as you can be while still making sure whatever it is that needs doing has actually been done" and desperately trying to remember which systems she already knows better than I do, and that seems to work? Hopefully. I'll have to get back to you, but, well, I am slightly concerned that I wouldn't know if she was going around secretly hating me forever - hence the, y'know, 'secret' part. I can only do my best, I guess, but I will be glad when it's over! At least it's not just me for another week yet...
[lots of work-babble cut here because wow, okay, maybe I am being a bit work-focussed at the moment but there is a limit to how much other, non-work people give a crap about that and that limit is now PASSED]
Tomorrow I am going to go and spend lots of my money on a Blackberry, because I WANTS one and also I have now earned enough that I can just about justify it. OMG. *has never been quite so frivolous with money in her LIFE omg*
(This is especially ironic as today I managed to get lost GOING TO WORK. No, seriously: one of my commute-to-work sorta-buddies and I tried to find a better shortcut from the bus stop to work... and ended up going around a load of tiny little passageways in the housing estate we were in for like fifteen, twenty minutes. The whole of that time, we were five minutes away from work. This is my level of operation, people.)
Seriously, I nearly hugged my boss when she said I could take a day. I was close to being teary with joy. This may be a sign of how goddamn long it's been just me and my colleague holding down the fort at work, or it might be a sign of me being a huge wuss. Or maybe both.
The reason for why I am allowed a day off - my minion showed up yesterday, and seems fine. Although born in 1945, which, okay, shouldn't really be a problem, since she doesn't seem to be suffering particularly from any of the age-related issues which might make doing the job a problem, and also looks about fifty if that so she shouldn't get flack from any of the young people we deal with... but I was utterly petrified she was going to take one look at me and decide there was no way in hell she was taking any orders from a young-looking-24-year-old whippersnapper like me. Especially since she's Asian, and young white chick being the boss of a much older and more experienced Asian woman = POTENTIAL WORLD OF BADNESS.
However, it seems okay. She seems pretty skilled and serious about the job, and I am going with a policy of "just be as un-micromanagey as you can be while still making sure whatever it is that needs doing has actually been done" and desperately trying to remember which systems she already knows better than I do, and that seems to work? Hopefully. I'll have to get back to you, but, well, I am slightly concerned that I wouldn't know if she was going around secretly hating me forever - hence the, y'know, 'secret' part. I can only do my best, I guess, but I will be glad when it's over! At least it's not just me for another week yet...
[lots of work-babble cut here because wow, okay, maybe I am being a bit work-focussed at the moment but there is a limit to how much other, non-work people give a crap about that and that limit is now PASSED]
Tomorrow I am going to go and spend lots of my money on a Blackberry, because I WANTS one and also I have now earned enough that I can just about justify it. OMG. *has never been quite so frivolous with money in her LIFE omg*
(This is especially ironic as today I managed to get lost GOING TO WORK. No, seriously: one of my commute-to-work sorta-buddies and I tried to find a better shortcut from the bus stop to work... and ended up going around a load of tiny little passageways in the housing estate we were in for like fifteen, twenty minutes. The whole of that time, we were five minutes away from work. This is my level of operation, people.)