Come to find out, several of my junior coworkers worry about what they are having for lunch every day because they don't want to hear about it from our boss.
What kind of shit does the boss give them about their lunch??? Like, it's not healthy?
So far my boss here seems pretty cool. (knocking wood)
She goes both ways -- the skinny coworker gets "Oh, that's why you're so nice and skinny, because you never eat anything," and less skinny coworkers get "Should you really be eating that?"
I don't know how I've avoided this whole mishegas, because I'm not overly skinny and I eat chips every day!
So this morning, after dramatically failing to medicate the cat, I get to work to find my computer screen full of gibberish. Luckily, officemate is a sysadmin. Unluckily, the disk is dead.
They've replaced the disk and it'll be another couple hours while they reload the OS and then they'll attempt to restore the contents.
This happened once before to me. I'm mentally cataloging what I kept on the drive, calculating how screwed I'll be. Surprisingly, I don't think it'll be too bad. Major inconvenience, but because I'm so scarred, a lot of the irreplaceable stuff (but not all) is backed up...in email.
Of course, these are probably my famous last words.
She's a freaking nut job. My peer and I are going to go to HR about it finally, because between the two of us we can represent the whole department and not have to point out people specifically.
It's...oddly distasteful, and they don't seem to recognize that.
There is certainly a discussion worth having in all of this, but the difference between a serious examination of national policies and a handy verbal call-back for incessant news coverage is considerable.
A plague on the incompetent, I say! A plague!
Way to make weeks of my work mean nothing! Argh!
Our receptionist just announced that she and her husband will try to get her pregnant starting next week.
However, she also went to her house and brought back hot chocolate mix and marshmallows for everyone.
Yes, our boss is out of the office. Why do you ask?
Try this site, sara.
Ahahah!
I swear, if they'd just let me do injectibles it'd be FINE.