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I think I found the culprit...
'Lessons'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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I think I found the culprit...
Son.of.a.bitch. I just got spoken to about stuff that P's behind on (he's out today with a "migraine")*. This is logic. He was out for 6-8 weeks after hurting his back, his job was pretty caught up ('cause I was covering it), he's been back around a month and things are behind again. And this is somehow my fault. And did I mention that some of my goals that didn't get completed for last year because I was COVERING TWO JOBS FOR THE BETTER PART OF TWO MONTHS, I heard about in my review. Yeah, I got points for "adaptability", i.e. totally winging it to cover his job because the jerk refused to train me properly, but I also lost points for not making better progress on my own goals.
Son.of.a.bitch.
Now I just keep saying, "the amount of crap that I have covered for the last few months BETTER be reflected in my annual increase."
I hope that you’re saying it out loud.
It was mentioned.
Right now my mantra is just "they're paying for school...they're paying for school...crap!not enough!...stock bonus when I get my degree...stock bonus when I get my degree..."
eta: *not that I don't believe in migraines, just that this "migraine", Boss tells me, falls coincidentally after he got talked to about stuff not getting done.
Scola has an awesome smile!
wrod.
That is Not Fair, Epic.
I think I found the culprit...
:: looks around... ::
To: AV manager at my hospital
From: Me
Just because I don't know something you do does not mean I am an idiot. Kindly refrain from getting testy and talking down to me. I already feel stupid enough having to ask for support on a videoconference when I know nothing about such things just because I'm the one person in my department whom everyone else asks to communicate with people like you. I really, really hope I have the opportunity to make you feel stupid one of these days so you'll know how it feels.
1505 Hours:
Thus far, infiltration going well, but the facade is difficult to maintain. SupervisorBot suspects a security breach, I think. "She" keeps stalking the environs, occasionally pausing in an adjacent cell...I may have tripped an alarm, but my camouflage is holding up.
The SupervisorBot is, tricky, justifying its altered patrol pattern by feigning a "problem" with the document digital imager...
Oh, crap! OwnerBot!
Guess who gets to go file a police report against one of our tenants for passing us a stolen money order this weekend?
Phone: *ahem*
Me: "Goddamn you, Alexander Graham Bell! GODDAMN YOU!! BBBEEEEELLLLLLL!!!!"
Fuckcake O' the Day II: "I'm trying to reach (Person) but I don't understand your phone menu. Extension 118, please."
Me: "I'll see if (Person) is available."
Phone: *She's, uh...she's not. Per usual.*
Me: "(Person) is not at her desk. Would you like to leave her a voicemail?"
FCOtDII: "Well, I'm returning her call."
Me: ...
FCOtDII: "Yes, I will leave her a voicemail."
You know? As if FCOtDII returning Person's call alters reality! "Good Lord! I just felt a disturbance in the timestream! Up is Down! Black is White! Biff runs Hill Valley! And (Person) has been at her desk waiting to receive your call the entire time! Madness!"
Thank you, -t and MM. I needed that. Both Pooh Case and a laugh.
Grrr to AV, Susan. Now I'm picturing him as that skinny, pimply, bad clothes-wearing AV Club geek from (fictional) High School, setting up film strips and muttering to himself, "Someday I'll make you all pay..."