Just sat back down to my desk after the first staff meeting of 2007 at Ye Olde. I really didn't feel like coming back today. The meeting was uneventful and rather tame. Thank goodness.
I am having bad stomach cramps - the remains of the holiday cootie my sister gave to my mom and I. Thanks Liz! I called the doctor and I am scheduled for an appointment tomorrow am. Hopefully it will run its course before then. I will have to see an associate of my Dr.'s and frankly
I've never had a good experience with any one of them. They never seem to care - I am sure that is because I am not " thier " patient. Anyway, I hope I am better by then.
There are too many pieces of paper on my desk and none of them mean anything to me right now. Is that bad?
Showing posts with label Ye Olde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ye Olde. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
Our Kind of People
I am reading a book called Our Kind of People by Lawrence Otis Graham. It's a survey of the Black Elite - the very tippy top of African American society. It's really interesting but, disheartening.
I'm reading this book for Ye Olde. The company wants to attact a new group of attendees. This demographic fits the kind of people they are looking for. The more I read, the more I dont want to work on this project. I don't think I am cut out for the work of convincing people to buy something they don't want. I need to get out my current job.
It's funny how certain things can bring clarity to situations. Tomorrow I send in my application for grad school, make the requests for transcripts and reccomendations. Only thing left to do is write that infernal article or research paper.
I'm reading this book for Ye Olde. The company wants to attact a new group of attendees. This demographic fits the kind of people they are looking for. The more I read, the more I dont want to work on this project. I don't think I am cut out for the work of convincing people to buy something they don't want. I need to get out my current job.
It's funny how certain things can bring clarity to situations. Tomorrow I send in my application for grad school, make the requests for transcripts and reccomendations. Only thing left to do is write that infernal article or research paper.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Okay Okay...
So the party wasnt that bad.
I did have to take the pills to get there and I held up the wall for an hour or so. Then, I sort of hid in the corner for a bit. Then I relaxed.
The worst thing that you can give to an office party is a karaoke machine and alcohol, that is all I am going to say about that.
One of my "podmates" played an awesome joke on me. He kept telling people that I was going to sing " Feliz Navidad". Whaaaat?!?!?! He got about 20 people to ask me- it was hilarious!
I didnt eat any of the food, but it looked okay. I had a couple of cokes and talked to the people I like from work ( see rant - I was right).
I got a chance to speak to my office crush. I wish I knew a way to tell him that I like him and would like to get to know him better. But, as usual, I am a feardy cat and dont say what I need say when I need to say it.
I'm just glad that I got through the party in one piece. :)
I did have to take the pills to get there and I held up the wall for an hour or so. Then, I sort of hid in the corner for a bit. Then I relaxed.
The worst thing that you can give to an office party is a karaoke machine and alcohol, that is all I am going to say about that.
One of my "podmates" played an awesome joke on me. He kept telling people that I was going to sing " Feliz Navidad". Whaaaat?!?!?! He got about 20 people to ask me- it was hilarious!
I didnt eat any of the food, but it looked okay. I had a couple of cokes and talked to the people I like from work ( see rant - I was right).
I got a chance to speak to my office crush. I wish I knew a way to tell him that I like him and would like to get to know him better. But, as usual, I am a feardy cat and dont say what I need say when I need to say it.
I'm just glad that I got through the party in one piece. :)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Just another day at Ye Olde...
This is one of the difficulties about working here. Working here.
No really, my boss and I play this game, or rather, my boss plays this game with me. I ask for time off...he tortures me and then gives it to me.
Perhaps it's my Catholic upbringing...but I always feel guilty about taking time off. So I wait, and I hesitate and I dont take it. I was asked a few weeks ago about my holiday plans. The email came and a wave a dread washed over me like Tsunami. I ignored it. Then I realized, that if I didn't say anything I was going to end up bitterly sitting at my desk during the four days I wanted off. So, I sent the email.
It was responded to by a snarky " why didn't you ask me earlier and who is going to do your job when yorue not here" email. To which I blew my top. I went down to the executive wing ... I dont know what I thought I was going to do...tattle I suppose, like a little girl. Then I started writing a scathing email - which I knew would only cause my confusion and tension. I simply replied to him and said - we need to talk.
So we went into an empty office and I told him I hated that I felt this way everytime I wanted some time off. He flipped his game and started telling me how I needed to take the time - I was owed the time and how I should get over feeling guilty.
I went back to my pod feeling like a hamster in a hamsterball. My boss likes to see me run in circles. He loves to make sure I know who is in control. I wish I was more Machiavellian and could really use my " powers" to destroy his perfect world. But I cannot, so I sit here - with my days off... but feeling a little less strong, a little less good about myself, a little more ashamed of the way I allow people to treat me.
Score one for the bad guys.
No really, my boss and I play this game, or rather, my boss plays this game with me. I ask for time off...he tortures me and then gives it to me.
Perhaps it's my Catholic upbringing...but I always feel guilty about taking time off. So I wait, and I hesitate and I dont take it. I was asked a few weeks ago about my holiday plans. The email came and a wave a dread washed over me like Tsunami. I ignored it. Then I realized, that if I didn't say anything I was going to end up bitterly sitting at my desk during the four days I wanted off. So, I sent the email.
It was responded to by a snarky " why didn't you ask me earlier and who is going to do your job when yorue not here" email. To which I blew my top. I went down to the executive wing ... I dont know what I thought I was going to do...tattle I suppose, like a little girl. Then I started writing a scathing email - which I knew would only cause my confusion and tension. I simply replied to him and said - we need to talk.
So we went into an empty office and I told him I hated that I felt this way everytime I wanted some time off. He flipped his game and started telling me how I needed to take the time - I was owed the time and how I should get over feeling guilty.
I went back to my pod feeling like a hamster in a hamsterball. My boss likes to see me run in circles. He loves to make sure I know who is in control. I wish I was more Machiavellian and could really use my " powers" to destroy his perfect world. But I cannot, so I sit here - with my days off... but feeling a little less strong, a little less good about myself, a little more ashamed of the way I allow people to treat me.
Score one for the bad guys.
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