And I didn't bring the chocolate I bought yesterday to work with me today.
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And I didn't bring the chocolate I bought yesterday to work with me today.
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Staff stand at an entrance to the building and greet people, and many, many people who enter the building make comments that taken individually are minimal, but add up.
Can you improve their physical security and maybe also give their position as greeter a more official tone that people won't be so casual towards, by giving them a desk, or kiosk or podium that gives them some protection. Maybe you don't want the professional distance in a greeter, but it may help a little. (I know there's probably no help for some people.)
We have a desk. The administration has specifically directed that staff should not stand behind it, to appear more friendly. So they literally stand in front of a desk. (My staff have my encouragement to go behind the desk if they are feeling unsafe, and my assurance that if the director notices them behind the desk and calls our department to raise the issue, I will stand by them. Our director is the sort of person who notices and follows up on this kind of thing.)
askye, I agree. And if you want to say that to him, feel free. I do think he could eventually get it, but it is certainly not an obligation for any of us to be the ones to instruct him. I'm not feeling inclined to spend more emotional energy on him.
I'm also backchannelling with someone who knows him better than I do and she's talking about his poor word choices and defensiveness. Her husband said it was like he wanted a definition or list so he could know if he had harassed anyone, which goes along with Liese's assessment.
ion, my conversation with the vendor's HR rep went well. I don't expect that guy to be sent here any more which is what I asked for.
Flea, do you have any velvet ropes you could put around your greeter?
The administration has specifically directed that staff should not stand behind it, to appear more friendly. So they literally stand in front of a desk.
Mmm. I suspected that was the case.
How about a Wonder Woman shield?
Is there any frontline CS or safety training available to staff that you could also asked the administration to attend? Or a Security Director who would back you up on your concerns about your staff?
Okay, one procedure down (Tim getting snipped)! Tomorrow morning, Murderbiscuit gets neutered. Ice packs for everyone! (Except me. I'm hanging out feeling REAL special with my non-operated-on ladyparts.)
In keeping with the FB backchannel, hooooly shit. One of my shithead ex-boyfriends (like, #2 on the list of My Worst Boyfriends) just popped out of the wooodwork on my "Me, too" post to kinda-sorta apologize to me. I have NO idea how to respond to that. I probably won't.
Ugh, Jilli. I guess maybe he is expanding his worldview of what is appropriate, but that isn't on you to deal with. Sounds like you put him in your rearview mirror a while back.
The depression weasels suck. Over the weekend I submitted an appointment request to see my doc and her first available is Saturday morning. Which wouldn't be horrible, but it is a week out and would take me away from one of the few out of the house things I'm looking forward to. I got the nerve up and called, explained the situation, broke down in tears when told there was absolutely nothing earlier. Well, the tears prompted questions if I was a hazard to myself or not and she would call me back in 10 minutes. Now I have an appointment tomorrow morning.
This has been building for at least the last 6 months. I've gained back all the weight I lost, my house is a cluttered mess, I've been working in my pj's more and more, and it is an absolute fight to get through transitions. Even just moving off the couch to go up to bed takes hours. I haven't gotten to bed before 1am the last week, not cause I can't sleep, just cause I am immobilized. I'm absolutely FIGHTING my way through school right now, pushing assignments to the last possible moment. And this is my capstone class so it has so much more work than my other courses.
I hate feeling like this. I hate crying so much. I hate that I'm going to have to switch ADs and hope we find a good one on the first shot. I hate the idea of dealing with new side effects.