Okay, next thing you're going to tell us is that someone brought puppies for the babies to play with and you all got to snuggle the puppies.
I'm just going to believe this is so, don't tell me any different.
I don't have to run faster than the bear, I just have to run faster than you.)
Always worth remembering.
Aw, shrift, I'm sorry.
And PMM. I wish you some kind of stability.
This month's department meeting was pretty unsatisfying. No, parts of it were good with us getting new tools but other parts were all "that thing that we said wouldn't be your responsibility? Totally will be. Your welcome" and "Let me completely bypass your question and talk about my only somewhat related concern for 10 minutes so you never get any answer at all". Bah.
So I realized what bugs me overall about my team member -- I don't feel like she appreciates the fact that I hired her (when I was made to create a position for her), so I wish she appreciated literally anything at any point. She's on every fun committee, is barely in the office 9-5 (she doesn't have enough work yet), blah blah blah. That one (legit!) email was just One More Thing.
I required pie. Fortunately, that requirement has been met.
Hooray pie!
I can see how that would rankle, Jesse.
Not like I've done any work myself aside from several meetings this morning. I just did a copy-and-paste task I really could have delegated, but figured I was better off doing that than doing nothing...
Welp, rejected for the most recent job I applied/phone screened for, damn it.
Already had pie for lunch.
Did NOT expect this rejection to lead to actual factual ugly crying, but apparently I am out of cope.
Job-hunting is such a demoralizing task.
Last time I had to job hunt, I had padding because I'd been laid off from an FTE position and got a package. This time, there's no padding at all (in large part because of huge medical expenses) and I'm far less optimistic about my prospects than I was when I started out last time.
I mean, I had suffered from the delusion that 7.5 years at a major company and a decent-sized network would help me get something decent and that particular delusion has long since vanished in the face of the realities of a niche skillset.
So I guess it's time to pull the trigger on Operation Sell the Car and then pay off as much of my remaining personal debt as I can with whatever proceeds I get. Pity. I love that car.
