On a more depressing note... Mom handed me an article from the local paper, about how my high school Econ teacher was being investigated for drug possession...
To which my response was: "But... but... Ms W's COOL!!" ...Unlike the last high school teacher (my sorry excuse for an AP Physics teacher) they caught with drugs... who was a complete idiot...
Gods, I feel like crap. Between all the colds going around at work, and the cold weather, I think my body's finally taken it's revenge on me for refusing to be sick during school last year. The decongestant I took over an hour ago hasn't kicked in yet and I'm sure the blended coffee I had this morning isn't helping... Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf is a dangerous place for me.... Woah... I'm sorry... I forgot where I was a moment...
I think I need some soup.
Wighead got fired today. Apparantly, she wigged out and had a violent episode in the parking structure last night. Fortunately, for her, only a couple co-workers saw her and not someone from outside the company.
This whole concept is very surreal to me right now. I can't wrap my mind around the idea that she's gone. Fortunately, she seems to be happy about the whole thing. But it's all so final now. I'm happy for her, in a way. She's out. She hates our company more than I do. Unfortunately, for me, she was one of the people that's made life at work barable and now that's gone.
But at the same time, I'm glad she's out. Morale is so low right now that everyone's realized that they're being screwed. There's nothing like knowing that you're expendable to boost your productivity...
I involentarily made use of my last sick day at work this morning. My body decided that it was a much better idea to sleep until about 10am.
Gods... I'm so fucking pissed right now though!!
Chef M's girlfriend (who is an ex-student) was in helping us out when I got there. But sometime after break, she left. It turns out that someone told the administration that Chef M was dating a student, which, of course resulted in Chef being called in to talk to his bosses.
Now first of all, at least 5 people in the production kitchen knew the new person in the lab was Chef's girlfriend.
And secondly, she wasn't even wearing a fucking student's uniform! She was wearing her grad coat and black pants!! The two uniforms are COMPLETELY different!!! There's no way someone could mistake a student for a non-student.
So anyway, Chef's pissed, his girlfriend is livid and I'm pissed. I hate people who talk shit when they don't know what the fuck they're talking about. Well, of course I would hate it, it's the reason I usually get pulled into meetings with my various bosses.
But whatever... Any respect I had for most of the people in the kitchen has gone out the window. Chef's already told me that he's through being nice to the rest of the students and frankly, so am I.
I've been really bad about updating lately. I've written some shit and just not posted it. Didn't want to think about it during finals.
Sejik and Pilaho pulled me into a meeting yesterday to reprimand me for complaints they've gotten about my morning activities at work. It seems that a few people on the morning shift are rather annoyed at me for spending a good deal of time talking to Esowolf when I get in. They've even gone so far as to try to make it sound like I spend 15 minutes getting coffee in the
break room when I first get here.
What a bunch of petty, lazy ass, bitches... Just because I can manage to clear out in three hours 75 emails they couldn't bother to touch for a week. And then do nothing but sit on my ass the rest of the day. But, as the Slacker has often pointed out, posting my stats with the rest of the department's is not really fair since I'm a person in charge, so naturally, no one else sees the amount of work I can do.
So once again, it sucks to be me. Only now I must appear to be working at all times and I can only socialize on my breaks or if someone chooses to come over here and talk to me... of course, even then I'd probably be reprimanded for encouraging people to not work... since I'm a person who's in charge, it has to be my fault, of course.
Well... on a lighter note, I passed my final... Now I just have to find an entry level job that will pay me $36.00 an hour...
Wow... four entries today! I'm impressing myself... Not that they'll get posted until sometime next week...
Got called into a meeting today. Turns out that it was to give the Wighead a write up for conduct. I want to go on record as stating that I knew nothing about it prior to the meeting just now.
Wighead said she was fine with it but I can tell that she's bothered by it.
This is the part about being in charge that I really hate.
Can I just tell you? Pain sucks.
So I'm getting dressed yesterday. I'm attempting to put some pants on. And as I lift my leg to put my pants on, and POP. Suddenly I'm in a whole lot of pain. I'm telling you it hurt to move. I could barely shuffle around my apartment. And bending over? Not a chance.
But after some Icy-Hot and moving around during the day things got better and I though little of it... except that there was still a twinge if I moved the wrong way.
Of course the moment I become immobile, that's out the window. I woke up this morning and yup... the pain was back. Attempting to get dressed was interesting, (not fun, but interesting) but rather than waste my one remaining sick day I got dressed, shuffled off to work and waited until 9 to place a call to Dad's chiropractor (at this point, I don't care if Esowolf thinks they're evil). Unfortunately, my appointment's not until 4:30, so I can't skip out on work... But at least this will get taken care of.
Of course it's getting better now... Except when I do something other than stand up or sit down... But if one good thing has come out of this, at least the pain's forcing me to stand up straight...
Can I just tell how much insomnia sucks? Went to bed at 11 last night... usual time. Ended up getting up at 12:30 because I couldn't sleep and saw no point in laying in bed knowing that I wasn't going to be getting any sleep.
So I got out of bed, played Arc the Lad II for about an hour and then decided to take a shower... what the hell, I was up anyway...
Water was nice and warm. My muscles were all liking it... and then... I try to move and my neck and shoulders just go and stiffen up on me. I'm talking the slightest move of my neck made me dizzy. FUN!!
So I got out. Carefully brushed my hair, gave myself a small trim and went back to bed at about 2am
In retrospect, that may have made things worse... Not only can I not move my neck right now, I've only had about 3 or 4 hours of sleep. In retrospect, it probably would have been a better idea to just stay up all night... but everytime I try to do that, I just end up falling asleep around 2 or 3 in the morning...
Besides, working in a kitchen on no sleep is about as bad as working in a kitchen on 3 hours of sleep.
Fortunately, I happen to have enough cash on me to schedule an appointment with the masseuse that comes in once a month...
You know? One of my history instructors once explained to me that the reason the holocaust worked so well was because the Nazis drove the Jews into a constant state of confusion.
I think I sort of get that now... Take the last couple of days...
Monday afternoon, Der Feurer comes up to me and asks me if I've said anything to the Wighead about this whole new situation. Now... Since our meeting last Wednesday was scheduled an HOUR before I was off work... AND considering the fact that I was off for two days after that, he should know perfectly damn well, that I wouldn't have had the chance to speak to ANYONE about the new changes before Monday morning... And I happen to know for a fact that the Wighead didn't read my journal this weekend because she told me so. Now... if she read Mischa's, which I'm sure she did, that's fine... But Der Feurer should also know perfectly well that the Wighead sits directly on the other side of a cubicle wall from him and that she can pretty much HEAR everything he's talking about for herself.
Regardless, both the Wighead and Peanut know what's up now. They know I love them dearly. They know that I trust them to get their shit taken care of. And they know not to wig out on ME if I start hovering around as I've been instructed to do by Der Feurer.
Now TODAY comes around. It took me 15 minutes to get to lunch (the whole 1/2 hour I actually took for lunch) why? Because Der Feurer messages me at 11:00 this morning instructing me to monitor Spikey because he's been on a call for an hour. Spikey has the guy on hold, so I go over and ASK him what's up. I'm perfectly satisfied that he's discussing the matter with Birdy and all is well... So I go to lunch.
Now AFTER I get back from lunch, The Mooch pulls all of his people in for a meeting... that proceeds to run almost TWO HOURS!!!! We're now short people, calls are ringing off the hook, I still have a mountain of refunds to sign and STILL Der Feurer wants me to go around making sure all our little lemmings are happily doing their jobs (please hand me some lithium... I don't know how long I can keep from bitching someone out around the office).
So anyway... The Mooch comes back and proceeds to tell me that since Spikey is one of his workers, I shouldn't be the one to worry about whether he's on a long call or not. Now Der Feurer knows this. We all know he knows this... SO WHY THE FUCK IS HE ASKING ME ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE'S REP?!?!?!?!
As if that weren't enough, at some point today, Der Feurer proceeds to tell me (rather gleefully, if you ask me) that I shouldn't expect anyone else to be abscent for the rest of the year because everyone's already gotten their write-ups about attendance... I proceed to remind him that not EVERYONE has had a problem with attendance this year.... But the way he said it bothered me. I mean he DID say in our meeting Wednesday that he was willing to replace the entire department if necessary to get our numbers down (did I fail to mention that part?)... Unfortunately, it's comments like that one today that make me think that he might just be a little too eager to do that at times...
Like I said... confusion... Will the red work permit get me shot or is it the green one today? How the fuck should I know?
You know? One of my history instructors once explained to me that the reason the holocaust worked so well was because the Nazis drove the Jews into a constant state of confusion.
I think I sort of get that now... Take the last couple of days...
Monday afternoon, Der Feurer comes up to me and asks me if I've said anything to the Wighead about this whole new situation. Now... Since our meeting last Wednesday was scheduled an HOUR before I was off work... AND considering the fact that I was off for two days after that, he should know perfectly damn well, that I wouldn't have had the chance to speak to ANYONE about the new changes before Monday morning... And I happen to know for a fact that the Wighead didn't read my journal this weekend because she told me so. Now... if she read Mischa's, which I'm sure she did, that's fine... But Der Feurer should also know perfectly well that the Wighead sits directly on the other side of a cubicle wall from him and that she can pretty much HEAR everything he's talking about for herself.
Regardless, both the Wighead and Peanut know what's up now. They know I love them dearly. They know that I trust them to get their shit taken care of. And they know not to wig out on ME if I start hovering around as I've been instructed to do by Der Feurer.
Now TODAY comes around. It took me 15 minutes to get to lunch (the whole 1/2 hour I actually took for lunch) why? Because Der Feurer messages me at 11:00 this morning instructing me to monitor Spikey because he's been on a call for an hour. Spikey has the guy on hold, so I go over and ASK him what's up. I'm perfectly satisfied that he's discussing the matter with Birdy and all is well... So I go to lunch.
Now AFTER I get back from lunch, The Mooch pulls all of his people in for a meeting... that proceeds to run almost TWO HOURS!!!! We're now short people, calls are ringing off the hook, I still have a mountain of refunds to sign and STILL Der Feurer wants me to go around making sure all our little lemmings are happily doing their jobs (please hand me some lithium... I don't know how long I can keep from bitching someone out around the office).
So anyway... The Mooch comes back and proceeds to tell me that since Spikey is one of his workers, I shouldn't be the one to worry about whether he's on a long call or not. Now Der Feurer knows this. We all know he knows this... SO WHY THE FUCK IS HE ASKING ME ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE'S REP?!?!?!?!
As if that weren't enough, at some point today, Der Feurer proceeds to tell me (rather gleefully, if you ask me) that I shouldn't expect anyone else to be abscent for the rest of the year because everyone's already gotten their write-ups about attendance... I proceed to remind him that not EVERYONE has had a problem with attendance this year.... But the way he said it bothered me. I mean he DID say in our meeting Wednesday that he was willing to replace the entire department if necessary to get our numbers down (did I fail to mention that part?)... Unfortunately, it's comments like that one today that make me think that he might just be a little too eager to do that at times...
Like I said... confusion... Will the red work permit get me shot or is it the green one today? How the fuck should I know?
If you work with me and you are reading this while at the office, stop surfing the web and get back to work!!!!!!
If you want the full explanation, read yesterday's entry WHEN YOU GET HOME!!!
And this goes doublely if I'm your boss.... I don't want to hear about it when I get back on Monday.
Well got the final slap today... Work is about to turn into a prison camp... at least as far as I'm concerned. Oh... The Slacker says he wants to keep our department a fun place to work... But at the same time, all of the supervisors are supposed to turn into nazi policemen. So we can make sure that everyone is working their asses off and pulling their weight... even if some people happen to pull more weight than others...
Let this be a fair warning to the two or three people in the office who reads this - And I'm sure that Mischa will expound more one it than I have time to right now... No more goofing off guys. Don't do anything I've been told not to do or things are going to get nasty!!
Monster.com, here I come.
This sucks! The post nasal drip is no longer an issue, but now I can only breathe out of one nostral.
To make matters worse, my head feels like it's going to implode for the second day in a row. I have to wear my sunglasses in the office, which draws all matter of unwanted comments that I'm REALLY not in the mood for. Hopefully, our office manager still has some excedrin at her desk... Problem is I have to wait another hour to find out. Grrr...
On a brighter note, I went over to my parents for dinner. Everything's still going pretty well, which is cool... weird, but cool... It has to be because I moved out. When I was still living at home, towards the end, Mom and I were at each other's throats. Living there was just unbearable. And now... It's just weird....
When I get home, I have to ransack my apartment for my social security card. I need it for my financial aid meeting tomorrow and I can't find it anywhere. I KNOW it's in my apartment though... I just don't know where... Grrrr.......
Dammit!
I think I'm losing my voice again.
I KNOW I'm getting sick again....
The post nasal drip is pissing me off right now...
Grrr.....
You remember when you were little and being sick was fun because you got to stay home any your mom would take care of you and you could watch as much tv as you wanted?
Yeah, well, in that respect, being sick as an adult really sucks!
Ended up having to go home early (around noon) from work Friday. That didn't suck too badly. I couldn't talk and I was pretty out of it by that time. So there wasn't much of a point to my being around. Went home, crawled into a bottle of Nyquil... and pretty much stayed there for the entire weekend... Well... except for the parts where I got up and went to work (at my weekend job). I'm pretty sure that I was running a slight fever this weekend, but I don't own a thermometer, so I couldn't check - although I'm sure that infecting my customers at work set me back a few karma points.
My week was pretty much building up to this. (Although it followed the reverse of my usual patterns for catching colds) Spent all week coughing. Lost my voice Friday. My sinuses filled and then promptly drained Sunday.... and now I'm all stuffy. Where talking was a problem Friday, talking and breathing at the same time are now pretty much a bad idea. I really hope I don't have to take any supervisor calls today... I'm not sure I'm coherant enough.
Fortunately though, all this sleeping the time change this weekend rather painless. By the time I woke up (relative term) Sunday, the only clocks that needed changing were my alarm clock and EarthShadow's clock - yes, I'm spoiled that way.