Come on Aleve, alleve already!
What Laura said.
Plus, I really like smonster's idea about the b.org virtual assistant pool.
I, too, would happily sign up for wedding prep tasks, Steph.
It would help distract me such that my brain won't explode over things that, in light of everybody else's travail seem minor.
Still, I spent a sleepless night trying to fix something that went ALL to hell for the pet care company. (a walker gets bitten, doesn't report it, manager efs up like you would not even believe, drama ensues)
In the midst of my forensic analysis to try to pull us out of the shit, the pet care manager decides to go off on one of his patented, "Bonny is to blame for everything. She's undermining me. Why am I even a manager if she is around. How dare she fill in the blank?" Yadda Yadda fucking ya.
In fact, I had absolutely nothing to do with any of it expect for writing a very clear policy that no one has chosen to follow.
I work everything out with the walk...which took some real power on my part...and spend the rest of the night fuming.
I heard all Y'ALL's voices in my head, went into a meeting with the owner and the manager wherein I stated...in much more rational terms than I thought I could,
"Owner, I am submitting a letter to my file that states that I am charged with crafting and communicating policies. These policies are signed off on by senior staff. If policies are not implemented by the managers and yourself, including recommendations for termination of both clients and staff, I will not be held legally responsible for any actions taken as a result of this failure. I would like you to sign this letter."
"Manager, I get that you have a communication habit that causes you to have these episodes. Even if I HAD made some major error each of the times you have spoken to me like that (which I have not), I still deserve the basic respect I show you. (At which point the Owner said something like 'please don't quit') I am not asking you to do anything differently, but I want both of you to know that, when this happens...and I'm sure it will many times...I will not placate you and I will not apologize. Your behavior has never been my responsibility."
He apologized three times by email and once in person.
The Owner and I spent 3.5 hours talking through what we need to do to avoid problems like this, or at least management better, including me stating very, very clearly just exactly what stuff I will NOT deal with.
Then, I came home to find out that another walker let a dog off its leash LAST WEEK and the dog nearly killed a neighbor's cat. 10 days later, we had to hear from the dog's owner that another neighbor told him and now he is being held responsible for the cat's imminent death...and 10 days of medical bills.
Did I mention that I haven't slept?
I want desperately to go to bed, but now we have a conference call at 4 to 'strategize'.
My email reply? Get details from the walker, call insurance company, follow protocol, get in writing that the walker did not inform, fire walker, hand over to the insurance company. Pray.
I. Just. Can't. Even.
Good lord, bonny.
Steph, do you have one of those buckwheat pillow things that can be heated? If so, heat it up and lay (lie? Dammit, I never get it right) down with that draped over your forehead and eyes for around 10 -15 minutes. THEN do the same thing with an ice pack.
That's what I have to resort to when I have those sorts of headaches. It's not exactly fun, but it helps.
Plus, I really like smonster's idea about the b.org virtual assistant pool.
I love that idea. LOVE. Using my paper organizer AND my iPhone is helping me be better organized, but I still freak out about doing All The Things.
Steph, do you have one of those buckwheat pillow things that can be heated? If so, heat it up and lay (lie? Dammit, I never get it right) down with that draped over your forehead and eyes for around 10 -15 minutes. THEN do the same thing with an ice pack.
I do have one of those, and I've been using it for heat, but I haven't been using ice, because a cold pack always hurts. But I'm willing to give it another shot, if it will get this damn headache to go away.
Yeah, the cold pack will hurt. But repeat that cycle of the two extremes two or three times, and it should help with the headache.
Not really outsourceable stuff (although I may be crowdsourcing the playlists here, because DANCE PARTY).
Let me know if I can help here. Because...I've done this a lot.
And I know you need some Lyle Lovett on there.
And I know you need some Lyle Lovett on there.
"I Married Her Just Because She Looks Like You."
I'm shocked...Hec wants to make a playlist.
You have to have "At Last" by Etta James, though.
Okay, Aleve is not living up to its name. I really don't want to go to urgent care but my head hurts so much.
Bonny, holy hell! I swear, do you need one of my crutches to whack someone with? A la clue stick??
Woot! Today has not been boring.
And kudos to you for keeping it together. Not sure how I'd react to a knife being pulled on me. Yeah. Boring. It isn't!
Steph, given how many writers we have here, could we help with the vows, and you edit them to what you want? Dunno. Might be too personal of a thing to outsource. The little engineer in me likes to fix things. But, sometimes, things are best fixed on their own. (ok, single guy will step back into the corner and leave wedding things alone, as I have no basis to help).
IOmeN, It's HOT here!! Well, hot for Southern California. And the humidity is up there, well, for SoCal. Not happy with the green office building right now. Although,the ceiling fan is helping. The summer is winding down, here on campus. Next week is my vacation week. And I'm having that little procedure taken care of. And what does the Deans Office do? They rent out our big theater to a dance company that wants to produce a musical. One day of technical rehearsals, one day of performances. And who is on vacation? Me AND the lighting guy. Um. Who thought this was a good idea?? All the students are on one last blast before school starts up again. And all the other sound folks are busy at their day jobs, or helping ND with Universal Studios (love you ND! Mwah!). Part of me is stressing. And part of me is saying "not my f*%king problem". Something tells me I'll be making calls and emails while on vacation next week. Ugg.
