Oh, now I think that's
fabulous.
Not that Mormons impinge particularly on my landscape, being essentially an American cracktastic cult religion (I mean, if you're
looking
for them you can find them everywhere, 'cause of that whole missionary deal, but they're generally a tiny wee esoteric minority).
Still, I heartily approve of the exploitation of hot and primly-dressed boys of a religious disposition. It's like Catholic schoolgirls in reverse, or something.
Raq, I'm gobsmacked by your experience with these people. My vocabulary fails me. Yay for the friendly neighbours, though. (That kind of overt friendliness would make my head explode too.)
Still, I heartily approve of the exploitation of hot and primly-dressed boys of a religious disposition. It's like Catholic schoolgirls in reverse, or something.
Now I knew I liked Fay for a reason...
::headdesk::
email #3 - 10:15pm - "it's not a big deal. can we schedule a conversation for Wednesday morning or Thursday morning?"
on gmail again (because I'm being good and not checking my work email on off hours, and they know it).
I know this sounds nuts to everyone - and I'm sure I'm coming off as a slacker or a whiner or both. but I feel like I'm trying to gracefully exit a really unhealthy work situation (10 pm, seriously? To passively schedule a meeting?) slowly so that they have time to transition (and yeah, to cut myself some financial slack too), and the fact that they have basically shifted the crazy from my work email to my personal email accounts is making me nuts. It is worse because I am friends with these people and care about them - and also that I just used my last cluestick on Raq's people.
Confused, frustrated, and completely tense and wishing for some job stability that didn't soulsuck. And guilty for complaining when I know that I'm lucky to have a job.
I want to be eve from Wall-E and just blow shit up right now.
I want to be eve from Wall-E and just blow shit up right now.
This would solve many issues, especially in the work place.
- crawls into Bitches and faceplants*
It's exhausting raising a Diva. Seriously. But first day of Camp Broadway was a raging success. I'm liable to have the score to Bye Bye Birdie memorized by the end of the day, but seriously, this camp kicks major ass.
Had lunch with lovely new agent person.
Visited Mecca, i.e. the redesigned shoe department at Saks. The one that has its own zip code and express elevator. Came out with smokin' hot black suede pumps, on sale, even.
Have skipped ahead many messages, so I'm offering ~ma, gropes, and cuddles to all that wants.
I know this sounds nuts to everyone - and I'm sure I'm coming off as a slacker or a whiner or both. but I feel like I'm trying to gracefully exit a really unhealthy work situation (10 pm, seriously? To passively schedule a meeting?) slowly so that they have time to transition (and yeah, to cut myself some financial slack too), and the fact that they have basically shifted the crazy from my work email to my personal email accounts is making me nuts. It is worse because I am friends with these people and care about them - and also that I just used my last cluestick on Raq's people.
no, you are not being a slacker or a whiner. It is not unreasonable to expect that your office use the established method of communication for you. If I were you, I would not acknowledge emails or calls to personal emails or phones.
They should use only your work email. Stock response: all work should be sent to Sox@workemail.com
nothing more because otherwise you will never be part-time
I wouldn't even acknowledge it. They know damn well that it's your personal email and you wouldn't answer a work email. it's their way of trying to make you work when you aren't supposed to.
Sox, that's infuriating. I agree with the wise Buffistas above--either reply with the one line Beth suggested or don't reply at all.
Speaking of infuriating...Raq, I am dumbfounded. I am livid on your behalf. Seriously? I mean...SERIOUSLY? Who ARE these people?
