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Blarg. I picked a lousy morning to have smoked mussels and black coffee for breakfast. I'm already thinking about Tums, and I'm barely a couple of hours into my day.
It doesn't help that I came in to work grumpy today. Look at me grump. Grrr. Grump. Grump. Blah!
I wasn't prepared for everyone else to come in even grumpier though. I found that so amusing that my grump stomped off in disgust and left wry bemusement in its wake. Everyone is grumping because one of my co-workers did a BAD THING™ this weekend. I'm glad that they did not call me on the weekend because I might have done the same thing. I share his frustration with the career n00bs working here, but the one time that they call you with a legitimate problem is not the time to cop attitude.
Of course nothing will come of it. Nothing ever does. I find that both exasperating, and amusing at the same time.
[Edit 10:10]
Well, I completed my management profile and sent it off to my reviewing officer. Today is the ULTIMATE FINAL DEADLINE, and I hadn't actually started on it before this morning. I spent about ten minutes cutting and pasting goodies from the one that I did last year into this year's model. The final result, well, looks like something that I spent ten minutes on. It doesn't have to be pretty, nor even that ambitious. It just needs to be something that HR can look at and say, "Okay, that's a set of measurable goals."
The next step is for my boss to take one look at it, say "Phooey!" and toss it back my way for revision.
By the way, the subject line of this message is the title of one of the worst books of poetry I was ever forced to read in school. The title of the book was its best feature - and that's not saying much.
It doesn't help that I came in to work grumpy today. Look at me grump. Grrr. Grump. Grump. Blah!
I wasn't prepared for everyone else to come in even grumpier though. I found that so amusing that my grump stomped off in disgust and left wry bemusement in its wake. Everyone is grumping because one of my co-workers did a BAD THING™ this weekend. I'm glad that they did not call me on the weekend because I might have done the same thing. I share his frustration with the career n00bs working here, but the one time that they call you with a legitimate problem is not the time to cop attitude.
Of course nothing will come of it. Nothing ever does. I find that both exasperating, and amusing at the same time.
[Edit 10:10]
Well, I completed my management profile and sent it off to my reviewing officer. Today is the ULTIMATE FINAL DEADLINE, and I hadn't actually started on it before this morning. I spent about ten minutes cutting and pasting goodies from the one that I did last year into this year's model. The final result, well, looks like something that I spent ten minutes on. It doesn't have to be pretty, nor even that ambitious. It just needs to be something that HR can look at and say, "Okay, that's a set of measurable goals."
The next step is for my boss to take one look at it, say "Phooey!" and toss it back my way for revision.
By the way, the subject line of this message is the title of one of the worst books of poetry I was ever forced to read in school. The title of the book was its best feature - and that's not saying much.
