Boss lady said she was doing a Goodwill run, and we decided that we'd also put some work stuff in her truck to take along as well.

She left work first, I followed an hour later. But of course was staying late to chat with other colleagues, when she sent me the text (fifteen minutes after I was due to clock out) that said "goodwill things weren't put in my truck, so put away in barn and I'll make a trip tomorrow".

My instinctive reaction was that, wth, she couldn't put that shit into her own vehicle? Or take the two minutes to roll it into the barn herself?

It's a little stupid thing. Maybe she was in a rush to get somewhere else, but fuck. The implication I took from her text was that I'd somehow failed to take away from the general "we" of the plan to put it in her truck to mean "me".

I think I'm also suffering from exposure to the overachiever that was my previous boss lady, and hell, I miss her. New boss lady spent the previous Friday afternoon redoing some volunteer potting. When I went to ensure that the two benches were free for the children's ed programs, I found them full, and there was muddy potting soil everywhere. The greenhouse has been a pigsty at many points in the past, but I have never had the pleasure of getting muddy pant-cuffs from walking through it until now. And I'm a slob. I'm a fruit fly and mosquito enabler. I'm a stuff-dirty-dishes-in--it-the-oven slob, throw-it-in-the-attic sloth. And yet how flthy they left the greenhouse astounded me. And it's not like I hadn't informed her of how those areas needed to be kept clear. And then the basic lack of respect for a public space...

Then she got stubborn about a bee in her bonnet in terms of priorities. I felt like a heel, because she brought it up in front of the intern, and I had to argue with her with that witness.

I feel like I've gotten too big for my britches. I've been through too many bosses, carried the load on my own for too many years, that I simply can't stay here. Unless I take the directorship, I don't belong here. I'll never be content with a new fucknut for a boss, and a director will never be happy with a know-it-all bossy-pants for a subordinate. At least last crazy boss lady held back and honestly said "I have no idea wtf is going on" and let me lead while she found her footing, and that worked seamlessly.

New boss lady seemed content to sit back, but she came in this Tuesday with a flurry of emails that said "territorial!" and she's been urinating all around the boundaries of her position.

I'm still waiting for the chance to actually talk to her, about priorities and shit. Things are so fucked up that the intern said to me "when you see the DoH, send her out to me" (which made me simultaneously gleeful and horrified).

I am way more likely to leave my umbrellas safely at home where they will neither get lost nor keep me dry than to lose them. I used to have a telescoping umbrella in the car, when I had a that-sized pocket on a door, but I don't have that car anymore. I probably do still have the umbrella. It's possible I tossed it in the trunk, but that's not much better than leaving it at home.

I did spend a possibly unreasonable amount (although not in the realm of self-defense umbrellas) on a Blade Runner style umbrella because I thought it would be useful to have a light up shaft since Winter is the rainy season and the dark season here, but I haven't had many occasions to use it. Looks nice in my faux butter churn.

I currently have two umbrellas in my office and one in my apartment. I should be covered, given that I generally won't carry one unless it's actively raining when I'm heading out. They are all crappy, though.

But Jesse and t-, you both have actual weather. Granted, it's been overcast and rainy-ish here for the past two days. But LA doesn't get enough rain to justify a nice umbrella.

Blargh.

The nice thing about the lost and found at work is the new unmbrellas that I get to pilfer. I feel bad that I put a cigarrette burn somehow into my Monet umbrella. And the golf umbrella I borrowed from work leaks like a sieve during an actual downpour, which makes sense, since we would have gotten the cheapest one we could afford.

I do get a fair amount of use from my parasol. Portable shade is the bomb.

I do think the WWF one is about to fall apart, but I have one from a defunct theatre company and another from a lost & found sitting in my closet.

I have coveted a parasol for a while.

I really shouldn't post on an LJ community post about my employer, right?

I was going to ask what you were going to post, but really, I'll go with the flat "probably not".