Fully Sick!
I have a staff member who is always sick. I mean always. She gets every disease, sniffle or malady going. And moans continuously about it. I am fond of a whinge, sick or not sick, but i like to think I inject some humour into it. Whenever a cold strikes I make sure my affairs are in order and spend quality time with the cats just in case I don't pull through. Miss Ivy tires of that quickly but puts a brave face on it, I'm sure deep down she knows that men can actually die from the common cold.
I have another staff member who is totally incompetent, I shall call him Dave, as that is his name. Dave just doesn't keep up. He has those "you remind me of a man..." kind of conversations with clients which Driftgirl, Tinkerbell and Sniffles find hilarious. We did spend the afternoon listening to Hilary Duff and doing some myspacing. I'm a good boss! Until I realised I had 2 deadlines and hadn't done any of the work I was supposed to do. Did a half arsed job and sent my stuff through late. I'm sure the boffins at the German car makers will let me know if there's a problem
Miss Ivy and I have a huge weekend coming up. 2, count em 2, yep 2, social events tomorrow. This is almost unheard of, especially as 30 looms. Like Aunty B pointed out I will soon be turning into a punkin at 12am.
Event 1 is a wedding, on the end of a shotgun. Apparently last minute and not full reception. Cool! Especially since some of the work I was supposed to do this afternoon was for one of Miss Ivys friend who will be present. No chance of getting stuck at next to her at the reception.
Event 2 will no doubt end up with me swearing off drinking forever. One of my friends is moving to Dubai for a bit and it's her going away drinks.
Stay tuned for a Sunday "i'll never drink again" post!
Friday, May 11, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
ok, this desk thing is getting out of hand. I had a report to vet today and had to do it on my laptop. Not computing style but old school, pencil and ruler. As a consequence my laptop was covered in pencil because i would go out of the lines. My entire work area has been reduced to the side of a Vaio!
Plan is to "unemploy" a not so productive staff member tomorrow. Then I can put Driftchick ("my" PA, not really but she answers my phone, she is into that abusurd kind of car racing) into his job, giving her a chance for career advancement and I get a desk, at last. May also slow down the myspacing. I think that will make us the only car place with a fully female front line. Yay for womens suffrage and all that stuff. Tinkerbell is excited by all this but feels bad for the one who is getting the arse. I also feel bad but I shouldn't. If you don't perform at work your employer shouldn't be obliged to keep paying you for substandard work and general insolence. Especially when I could be getting paid more. We have 2 cats and a turtle to feed dammit.
Miss Ivy is being courted for a career change but not too keen on it. So far there have been 2 job offers. One working in a pub which had my unwavering support. The pub supplies a tab for employees, as Miss Ivy doesn't really drink I would be forced to use it. As I am learning, if you don't use your budget the powers reduce it. The other is for an accessory company, meaning lots of lots of funky bags and earrings. Not so good for me but according to some I'm not the centre of the universe.
Plan is to "unemploy" a not so productive staff member tomorrow. Then I can put Driftchick ("my" PA, not really but she answers my phone, she is into that abusurd kind of car racing) into his job, giving her a chance for career advancement and I get a desk, at last. May also slow down the myspacing. I think that will make us the only car place with a fully female front line. Yay for womens suffrage and all that stuff. Tinkerbell is excited by all this but feels bad for the one who is getting the arse. I also feel bad but I shouldn't. If you don't perform at work your employer shouldn't be obliged to keep paying you for substandard work and general insolence. Especially when I could be getting paid more. We have 2 cats and a turtle to feed dammit.
Miss Ivy is being courted for a career change but not too keen on it. So far there have been 2 job offers. One working in a pub which had my unwavering support. The pub supplies a tab for employees, as Miss Ivy doesn't really drink I would be forced to use it. As I am learning, if you don't use your budget the powers reduce it. The other is for an accessory company, meaning lots of lots of funky bags and earrings. Not so good for me but according to some I'm not the centre of the universe.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Big ups to mermaid girl and lil Mister on their new addition, we are looking forward to meeting the little frog. Also to Seagreen for making the trip up to perform auntie duties.
I'm having a whole half week off drinking, I actually swore off drinking forever on Saturday morning. I didn't feel too bad until I got into work and had to talk to people. Didn't even feel that drunk. A very wise monkey at work told me that I should have eaten dinner and shouldn't have been drinking Tinkerbells vodka and lemonades on top of my G&T's, thanks LuLu. After all these years I would have thought some of the drinking wisdom would have sunk in by now. It's Miss Ivy's turn on Friday night as she is having a night out with the Wicked Stepsisters and ......(we can't think of the right moniker for her, stay tuned)
Drinking may have been spurred on by the crashing realisation, not make any more subtle by my mum, that I'm turning 30. At 25 Mick Jagger was touring the US for the 5th time for the relase of Beggars Banquet. Admittedly, things went downhill fairly quickly after that and I can't see spandex and legwarmers in my future. Or a Jamaican concept album.
Fuck, I'm turning 30. Fuck.
This is probably made worse by the fact that a lot of stuff has changed at work. I got a new job title and somehow lost my desk and don't really know what it is I am supposed to be doing. I think it's reports and taking on higher level arguing or something like that. I do, however, get to indulge my interest in the English language and the correct use of words in my daily letter writing to clients and proof reading everyone elses work.. Yay red pen!
My desk is now kind of a, well, kiddie desk. I also get a kiddie chair too. My boss was trying to arrange a meeting for this morning and said "we need to spread all this stuff out and go through it, my desk is snowed, we'll use yours, oh yeah. Heh. You don't have a desk!". I also don't have a lot of room, if Beaker (new receptionist type now Tinkerbell has my old job) wants to get up from her (adult) chair, she needs to tell me so I can move my (kiddie) chair so she has enough room to stand. It's kind of a back to back arrangement, which works well for her because I can't interrupt her myspace activities. It's an epidemic myspace, all the kids are doing it and mine is crap. Mermaidgirl, do you know anything about myspace layout? Ask the lad, kids of that age can do everything on the indernet now days. Not like us thirty year olds....
We tripped down to the good side of the western subs on saturday night for Miss Ivy's uncles 60th birthday. Cool party. The birthday boy is a bit of a Keith Richards, staple diet of Marlboro reds and scotch. They hired some guy in a red suit to sing in 4 languages, 3 of them Polish. Not sure what the other one was. Half of Krakow's senior cits were there. There was 3 really great old Polish women sitting on the couch, probably been though both world wars, just taking it all in. Looking like those shrunken apple head doll thingies, but still taking it in.
I really admire the character of those people, to have been through one of histories darkest times and still able to sit and smile at everyone that caught their eye. Community is such a huge thing in human lifestyle, whether it be myspace or the group of migrants that all arrived together as refugees sticking together for over 60 years.
I'm having a whole half week off drinking, I actually swore off drinking forever on Saturday morning. I didn't feel too bad until I got into work and had to talk to people. Didn't even feel that drunk. A very wise monkey at work told me that I should have eaten dinner and shouldn't have been drinking Tinkerbells vodka and lemonades on top of my G&T's, thanks LuLu. After all these years I would have thought some of the drinking wisdom would have sunk in by now. It's Miss Ivy's turn on Friday night as she is having a night out with the Wicked Stepsisters and ......(we can't think of the right moniker for her, stay tuned)
Drinking may have been spurred on by the crashing realisation, not make any more subtle by my mum, that I'm turning 30. At 25 Mick Jagger was touring the US for the 5th time for the relase of Beggars Banquet. Admittedly, things went downhill fairly quickly after that and I can't see spandex and legwarmers in my future. Or a Jamaican concept album.
Fuck, I'm turning 30. Fuck.
This is probably made worse by the fact that a lot of stuff has changed at work. I got a new job title and somehow lost my desk and don't really know what it is I am supposed to be doing. I think it's reports and taking on higher level arguing or something like that. I do, however, get to indulge my interest in the English language and the correct use of words in my daily letter writing to clients and proof reading everyone elses work.. Yay red pen!
My desk is now kind of a, well, kiddie desk. I also get a kiddie chair too. My boss was trying to arrange a meeting for this morning and said "we need to spread all this stuff out and go through it, my desk is snowed, we'll use yours, oh yeah. Heh. You don't have a desk!". I also don't have a lot of room, if Beaker (new receptionist type now Tinkerbell has my old job) wants to get up from her (adult) chair, she needs to tell me so I can move my (kiddie) chair so she has enough room to stand. It's kind of a back to back arrangement, which works well for her because I can't interrupt her myspace activities. It's an epidemic myspace, all the kids are doing it and mine is crap. Mermaidgirl, do you know anything about myspace layout? Ask the lad, kids of that age can do everything on the indernet now days. Not like us thirty year olds....
We tripped down to the good side of the western subs on saturday night for Miss Ivy's uncles 60th birthday. Cool party. The birthday boy is a bit of a Keith Richards, staple diet of Marlboro reds and scotch. They hired some guy in a red suit to sing in 4 languages, 3 of them Polish. Not sure what the other one was. Half of Krakow's senior cits were there. There was 3 really great old Polish women sitting on the couch, probably been though both world wars, just taking it all in. Looking like those shrunken apple head doll thingies, but still taking it in.
I really admire the character of those people, to have been through one of histories darkest times and still able to sit and smile at everyone that caught their eye. Community is such a huge thing in human lifestyle, whether it be myspace or the group of migrants that all arrived together as refugees sticking together for over 60 years.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
