Glad you got home, ita.

Happy Birthday Connie!

I am lobbying to move locations at work. I currently do calendars and basic support for 2 VPs and 4 Directors. They do not all office in the same building. Our campus is 5 buildings laid out in a circle (parking and a lunch area in the middle). So right now, I support people in 3 dirrent buildings. Until recently, the building I am in had 3 of them, and the majority of the non-directors in the department. But now there has been a move and another building has 3, but a smaller number of non-directors in our department. So if I stay here, what I fear is more and more of my time being used up by non-directors stopping and asking for things that they should really be doing themselves (ordering lunches, faxing, scheduling meetings, finding people). Case-in-point a guy from one division of our department just came and asked if I could move the dates of this 2-day meeting his division is having in a couple of months. He should only be asking me to do that as a directive of his boss, the Director of the division - but...I dare not assume and so I ask "have you ben asked to do this by X?" no, he has not. "Have you discussed it with him at all?" no, he has not. DUDE, it is NOT my meeting. It is not YOUR meeting. It is your BOSSES meeting and I will only change the date of it , or anything about it, with his instruction. Totally interrupted my task, took no more than 5 minutes, but got me out of the screens I was working on....just crap like that all day if I stay here.

And now I need to curse at y'all for a bit, mainly Jesse. With your responsible fiscall yaya talk earlier, I went and looked at my budget and damn if I haven't already spent my monthly eating out budget. That seriously sucks. Half a month, no eating out? While I might barely survive that, mac will very likely call the UN human rights council. POOP!

Happy birthday, Connie!

oh and to be a bit nicer. For good stuff:

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I now kinda want to do this with mac.

Oo, that's a great idea, msbelle. The photo sess that it, although the idea of moving buildings to avoid time wasters is also an excellent plan.

Yay for Dublin, Sue!

With your responsible fiscall yaya talk earlier, I went and looked at my budget and damn if I haven't already spent my monthly eating out budget.

I was just thinking maybe I should have a budget, so.

And OK, as long as the people involved think the photos are funny....

That is such a sweet and good-humoured shoot! And good on a family who can adopt their first non-biological child as their sixth kid. That is not messing around. Those are people whoo are into parenting, and bless that.

Lying down made me feel so much better. Our office building sent out a questionnaire today, and one of the questions was "would you use/appreciate a quiet room?" I'm going to have to vote yes on that, especially since I haven't worked out if it's appropriate to beg fifteen minutes in the mothering room (feels weird...).

Happily, in all the years I temped, I was never asked to make coffee, because I don't know how and would have done a terrible job.

My mom has a great story about when she was in college and was the lab assistant for one of her professors over the summer. She was expected to make coffee, which she didn't drink and didn't know how to make, but that was okay because he was very exacting in how he wanted it made and probably would have told her how to do it anyway. One of his requirements was that the coffeepot never ever be washed. Like the flavor would build up or something? I don't know, chemists can be weird.

Anyway, this was all fine until he went to a conference or just on vacation, I don't remember the details but he was gone for weeks. And my mother stopped making coffee, because she didn't drink coffee. But she didn't wash the coffeepot because, never wash the coffeepot was one of the rules of the lab. Fortunately, she thought to look inside it before he actually came ack and demanded coffee because it was, of course, growing all kinds of exotic things and generally full of nastiness, so she washed the hell out of using some of the caustic chemicals they had in the lab and then made pot after pot of coffee that she poured down the drain to build up that never-been-washed flavor again. The professor did not notice a difference.