Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've done a lot of volunteering, and the last thing I want to do is busywork. Volunteers are crucial. (I know, talking to the choir.) Is this something you can kick upstairs?
Please trust me to get when a plant is dead and is need of composting.
"Their metabolic processes are now history! They've kicked the bucket, shuffled off their mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!"
When I checked in they said it would be an hour wait. It's been two.
I hate waiting.
Me too if I have to either wait while someone runs an errand before we do something or do the errand myself, I'd probably do it myself so at least I'm not waiting.
My city is boiling with rage and frustration and injustice.
And I'm gonna give myself a fucking manicure to get off the internet and turn off 92Q (though it has been informative and thoughtful commentary.)
Is this something you can kick upstairs?
I am now on my fifth director in six going on seven years. The last one I did several "reports" on her behavior and status.
At this point, he is half competent. At this point, I am kind of done. At this point, the vibe I am getting is that if I don't backseat-drive my boss, I don't have a leg to stand on. At this point, I feel he has too many points in his favor for me to have any voice in displeasure over his performance.
I am done with backseat-driving of bosses. They make the call, that's it. I've offered my opinion to him, and he's all but said that it doesn't mean a thing to him. My six years of experience at this joint aren't worth a damn. fine.
I don't know who I am or what I am for at this point.
At this point, I feel that if I kick it up the ladder I'm just going to look like a gal who doesn't like bosses.
One of my volunteers, after I expressed my identity crisis from so many different bosses with different agendas, said he solved that by becoming the boss. If only.
I'm sorry sarameg. It's so sad, and I've already had to block one post on facebook tonight.
Three hours. At least I found a water fountain that isn't broken.
Three hours waiting for a prescription? That's ridiculous.
I really cannot with police fuckery.