Yes, I am, as a matter of fact, alive. Though not many would know it, I've been hiding lately. Every now and then I'll go on a somewhat anti-social bend, but I know I should stop.
Work is, well.....I've had a few days where I wanted to hit someone in the face with a bat studded with nails. It's not the job so much, that's actually the easy part. It's the management. I know some of you know what I'm talking about, so you can skip down to the next paragraph. Like a nightmare version of office space, I have 3 people who's job it is to 'review' the work I do. That's just a political way of saying they have nothing better to do than check up on me. I had a day, this is no exaggeration, where I got a phone call from one, an email from another, and the third came down to my desk. Surprise, surprise, they were all asking about the same thing. Then there are the times when I will get 'directions' from them, which are all of course different and I get reamed for not figuring out how to defy the laws of reality and appease all three of them.
But among my gripes comes a bit of personal sadness. In my zeal to try and get this 3 headed hydra with coffee cups off my back, I have inadvertently made myself indisposable. Now word has come down the twisted grapevine that I am doing a better job than the others who sit our desk and 'it is not going unnoticed'. Which of course means I'll be put in a defacto leadership position that is completely worthless, save to add one more level of micromanagement. So instead of one of them, or all three, sending emails to the four people who sit the desk, they'll send it to me, then I'll send it to the other three that sit the desk with me. And before anyone raises the point that this "promotion" might come with benefits, I will remind you that I am in the military and the only advantage I will get out of this is high blood pressure and possibly and ulcer. I honestly don't care too much about all of the crap that is constantly loaded onto my desk, but when I hear it every day from multipule sources it makes me angry.
So other than that, I have been keeping to myself a bit. I'm not terribly concerned with dating, I'm pretty sure I am quite capable of finding a crazy woman if I really wanted to. The one thing I am interested in doing is finding a new place to live. So if anyone has any suggestions, or knows anyone in the Tampa area looking for a roommate, I'm listening.
Because this is infinitely funnier than my story.
Work is, well.....I've had a few days where I wanted to hit someone in the face with a bat studded with nails. It's not the job so much, that's actually the easy part. It's the management. I know some of you know what I'm talking about, so you can skip down to the next paragraph. Like a nightmare version of office space, I have 3 people who's job it is to 'review' the work I do. That's just a political way of saying they have nothing better to do than check up on me. I had a day, this is no exaggeration, where I got a phone call from one, an email from another, and the third came down to my desk. Surprise, surprise, they were all asking about the same thing. Then there are the times when I will get 'directions' from them, which are all of course different and I get reamed for not figuring out how to defy the laws of reality and appease all three of them.
But among my gripes comes a bit of personal sadness. In my zeal to try and get this 3 headed hydra with coffee cups off my back, I have inadvertently made myself indisposable. Now word has come down the twisted grapevine that I am doing a better job than the others who sit our desk and 'it is not going unnoticed'. Which of course means I'll be put in a defacto leadership position that is completely worthless, save to add one more level of micromanagement. So instead of one of them, or all three, sending emails to the four people who sit the desk, they'll send it to me, then I'll send it to the other three that sit the desk with me. And before anyone raises the point that this "promotion" might come with benefits, I will remind you that I am in the military and the only advantage I will get out of this is high blood pressure and possibly and ulcer. I honestly don't care too much about all of the crap that is constantly loaded onto my desk, but when I hear it every day from multipule sources it makes me angry.
So other than that, I have been keeping to myself a bit. I'm not terribly concerned with dating, I'm pretty sure I am quite capable of finding a crazy woman if I really wanted to. The one thing I am interested in doing is finding a new place to live. So if anyone has any suggestions, or knows anyone in the Tampa area looking for a roommate, I'm listening.
Because this is infinitely funnier than my story.
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I've been kicking my ass getting shit done so sorry I havent called you. Working days or nights? Just curious, so I can think of a decent time to call. I'll try around 6ish your time.. so you'll be either just getting off of work or in bed preparing for the night.
Yeah, that sounds good.
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