Today I'm going to a big charity flea market and knitting mittens for charity (same charity, there's a knitathon in the upstairs room).
I'm still mourning my aunt's beach house, which may or may not (tipping towards Not at this point) be reconstructed. It was originally a 4 room that got extended by half... and then a second floor added on. And then the second floor got modified, and they remodeled the first floor and added a very rambling porch/deck. Not exactly 'architectural unity' but familiar like a comfortable broken-in shoe.
Plus it was the sole building left in the family from my childhood... and both my family home and my grandparents' beach house have been so completely and ugly remodeled that they are unidentifiable except by address.
Having worked for a serious control freak, and having some controlling tendencies myself, I offer the suggestion that at least a part of the issue for many such may be fear and inability to trust others. Thinking of it this way made me much more tolerant of my control freak boss (although not so tolerant that I could possibly have continued in that job) and has made me try to be less controlly myself.
Yep, ditto. My current boss, who I like a lot, is a crazy overbearing editor (things I am writing do not need to be in her style!), but I've decided to mostly feel bad for her about it.
I worked with one guy who was a control freak in the nicest way possible. He would literally triple-check data and if he found a mistake, he would let you know in the most apologetic but helpful way possible. His control-freakiness also manifested in making sure he treated his people right, so even if he didn't take breaks, he made sure we did.
Timelies all!
Gonna run a few errands today, mostly having to do with reading material.(Library, comic book store, etc.) Otherwise, I will be trying to catch up on the DVR.
Fingers crossed that all goes as well as possible for your mom, Dana.
I worked with one guy who was a control freak in the nicest way possible. He would literally triple-check data and if he found a mistake, he would let you know in the most apologetic but helpful way possible. His control-freakiness also manifested in making sure he treated his people right, so even if he didn't take breaks, he made sure we did.
My boss is also this to an extent, telling me to go home after eight hours exactly while she finishes up her twelve hour day.
But she also doesn't trust the ED, or respect his views or judgment (and in some few instances, she is correct) or authority (which, when he breaks out that stick, is not on, EVER), and doesn't know when to say "yes boss" and not act like a brat about it.
Thanks, everyone. I am not ready to research things yet but I will keep everything in mind
Lots of digits crossed for your mom, Dana, and echoing everyone else that the earlier they catch it the better.
Good Stuff candidate?
Have a great vacation, Lee! Does this mean you are bringing Bagel (or name TBA) home soon?
I don't think I really have the concept of the "family home" in any meaningful way. We are just not that kind of family. Grandpa's ashes are scattered over his ranch, which we haven't owned for a long time - it was definitely his and not the family's, and Grandma tended to treat real estate as investments.
