I'm trying to be social. I'm at the arboretum, where a Young Professionals group is supposed to be meeting to see a brass band concert. I'm at the place where the concert is, but I can't find any of the people I know from the group.
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The concert is starting, and still haven't found anyone. I tried asking on facebook, but it seems like most of the people I know didn't come.
I left. Couldn't find anybody I knew, didn't like the music, and the conductor was trying to get the crowd pumped up by leading everybody in a football cheer.
So today is the day I go in to a staff meeting while I'm on vacation, and ask bosslady in front of the house manager and trainer why she handles my PTO requests differently from everybody else's. WooHoo!
Fun! I hope it all goes well.
You're a warrior, WS!
Have you considered going to the meeting in pajamas?
Good luck, WS!
I like Ginger's idea of dress--though I myself would never have the chutzpah to carry it off. Courage, WS! And may the results be glorious.
Have you considered going to the meeting in pajamas?
I sleep in t-shirts and undies. So, yes, technically, what I wear to the meeting will include PJs. There will also be pants and a bra, however. And the little confrontation went beautifully - not accusatory so it did not make me look nasty, yet there did seem to be at least mild chagrin on the part of bosslady. I want her to know she can't pull crap on me and have it not come back in some way, yet I don't want our working relationship to become adversarial. And I got a really practical suggestion from house manager on how to make sure she gets the PTO forms.