I truly hate it when I see an organization take an employee for granted when they pay dearly in loyalty, and then also try to or do squeeze more out of them.
For our Tuesday staff meeting, I had a quite phenomenal tiramisu from a local bakery for my birthday cake. And the card they got me was . . . Okay, so the cards we get for our colleagues are usually funny and geared towards the recipient personalities in a shallow light-hearted way. But mine . . . jesus. Usually it's about someone's drinking/shopping/eating habits, in a funny bitchy way. Mine was about how I'm the light of their fucking lives, and I put smiles on everyone's faces, and I make work being a joy, and I just about bawled.
Someone today told me I was paid in smiles
I am definitely going to try that at the supermarket next time.
Aw, Juliebird, did we miss your birthday??
It was Sunday, Jesse. I spent it hungover and sleeping, it was glorious. In 1978, my mum went into labor on Labor Day.
Timelies all!
At work today I managed to scrape my right palm on a corner of something. Not a deep cut, but inconvenient and a bit ouchy. (And of course I keep putting pressure on that palm. sigh.)
Thanks, Jesse! I told my new boss to put a bow on her head and count herself as my birthday present.
I set her to work playing with the bulb order. What's nice about her coming out of Longwood is that she understands the artistry behind putting on a good show, which I've been beaten out of doing because even though pansies and violas are technically perennials, it has been okay to toss those once summer comes, but tulips not so much. Even though they really aren't perennial bulbs. I have the baggage of four previous DoH's and a truly horrific ED to unload. But I think once I do I'll be in a wonderful place.
I've been amusing her with my TARDIS USB port and she's been amusing me with her phone alerts "You have a text message, text messages are
cool".
Subject line of email (sent widely):
"ESCAPE FIRE Move Screening"
It took me some time to unpack that this was a "movie" and not a directive.
I set my new tablet Google Voice alert to the bionic flex noise, and my cubemate is very pleased. I don't know if he's noticed my general alert is the Bewitched nose twitch, but he has no idea how overstimulated it's about to get up in there.
My job can be bad for taking granted, but if you do try and set boundaries they are pretty good about letting you--it just shouldn't be your job to make your job not kill you.
And if the guy in question is not doing what he's supposed to, we'd know by now. We'd hear the noise. So either he was madly overpaid before, or...I don't understand the oversight. I've seen his quasi-parallels with less weight on their shoulders show some apparent movement. But, as noted, this is the first paycheque convo I've ever had here.
I was just reminded over the weekend that I used to have "Hold On, I'm Coming" for my ringer, and I miss it.
Okay, so the vegetarian spring rolls are an unqualified success. So much so that somebody maybe needs to come over and eat some so I stop cramming them in my face.
