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.
I really cannot with police fuckery.
Yeah. I'm so sad and angry.
Hey! John Waters is the guest judge on RuPaul's Drag Race!
My company sent out a semi-glossy, full-color, multi-page booklet talking about everything the corporation does for social responsibility. It looks like it's been sent out to the several thousand people who work under the entire parent organization.
I put mine in my recycling bin.
My company sent out a semi-glossy, full-color, multi-page booklet talking about everything the corporation does for social responsibility.
Fortunately, printing is a lot cheaper than it used to be.
Seriously, -t? After an hour I would be all up in their biz every few minutes until they did it. That's ridiculous.
Sad about the stuff I'm hearing about baltimore. Sad for the things that made it happen. Ugh.
But in happy news, had dinner with Erin!
Anyone want to call me early tomorrow morning to make sure my ass is up in Central time, when I know I'll want to be hitting snooze until it's way too late? I hate traveling out of my time zone. :(