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This week I got my first ever negative performance review. It’s basically a wet sack of inarticulate, poorly recollected meanderings dribbling from the mind of a senile, inattentive old coot. Even though I’ve carefully drafted a perfect rebuttal, it hurts nonetheless. Continue reading
January 2015 was the month from hell. My funny Director went out on maternity leave. Right before she left, the A.E.D. called me in for a discussion about the mess on my desk (that cursed paper quicksand!), that I seem unhappy and, ironically, the fact that he was told I applied to other departments even though he assured me in the same breath to feel free to apply to other departments since maybe I’m unhappy. He repeated the “So-and-so told me you applied to other departments” statement 3 times during our conversation. It would appear this was an issue for him. Continue reading
So, out of boredom/frustration I took a Personality Disorder test on SimilarMinds.com. These are my results: Continue reading
…working here. I love to HATE working here. Apparently.
That job, for which my hopes were smiling and raised like a 16 y-o geek girl in headgear with a crush on the elusive hot, nice-guy jock, went to the lovely lady who inspired this post. Continue reading
I recently sent in a Posting Response form for an open position. Realistically, I never expected it to come with more money BUT disturbingly, this “Coordinator” position comes complete with a “salary-adjustment”. Also quite trauma inducing is the depressingly low current salary – I have the enviable ability to check budget lists up in here and it is slightly less per year than my own. Continue reading
A little song to illustrate my mood but what I also wish certain people (ahem, you KNOW who you are!) would do when they see me. Moving on…
Nothing makes me madder than someone whose powers of communication, or lack thereof, keeps me from making some kind of forward progression.
Progress matters to me, especially in my place of employment – progress in diminishing the piles of paper on my desk; progress in my exodus downstairs for my morning coffee; progress in the general direction of the cafeteria and DO NOT come between me and that hand-scanner at 5:00 (unless you just happen to be my boss)! Continue reading
Things have been unusually quiet on the Edita front. Like all such things, this was too good to be true and not meant to last… Kind of like money in my bank account. Or reality-show marriages… Continue reading
So in this professional journey of never-ending frustration, I’ve realized that it’s not entirely my fault that I cannot get shit done around here. It seems like every time someone else’s input is required to complete something, like keeping current on my share of the water bill or getting an answer about a notice from OMH, I seem to always arrive in the middle of some tedious, long-winded personal conversation. Because we have nothing better to do at work, apparently. Continue reading
These days at work, I find myself thinking of that new Highlander Muppet-commercial to keep myself from putting a pen through Jar Jar Bitch‘s eye. It is entirely impossible for me NOT to laugh myself to pieces, which will quell any homicidal desires I might be harboring. Continue reading
I am a promotional idiot – sticking it out on the simpleton shift chewing up ticky-tack specks of bone bowing loyal to the sweet, senile, blind… and monthly State Reports. Which were temporary…
I am a promotional idiot – tongue-bitten bruised keeping silent all these years not for fear; NOT for fear of Beelzebitch’s plowing through our hut like an angry convoy – I compile and file; I crack jokes as my gift to her victims…
So there’s this situation at work which I, as (my) luck and position would have it, have the good fortune of handling.
It seems for some time now that someone has been splashing around in the downstairs ladies bathroom. There have been several complaints from the ladies about getting butt-soaked and general watery mayhem. Several disturbing times a day, water will be found all over the counter, the floor, the toilet seat, the mirror, the doorknob.
Um, WTF! Was our potty being used by a certain someone to enact a secret water-ritual every flipping day??
She will talk your darn ear off
Give a second or two
It will turn to 10 minutes at least
And her manner, it seems
Is unfriendly at best