It's Gotta Be Monday
Jan. 31st, 2011 07:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_goren_showI've only been at work about twenty minutes now and my day is totally ruined and not (solely) because it was -30 C when I left for work.
The first bit of bad news is that my immediate superior in the madhouse that is the company I work for is no longer with the company. I'm adrift now in dangerous waters without a Deakins to guide or protect me and that means I am very likely to get screwed over in the interim until a new leader can be assigned and dropped in on my head. The night guy is worried about what is likely to happen here if the company owners (not the brightest stars in the sky) start screwing things up with scheduling and unqualified fill-in people. I'm not. I know what will happen. They will mess things up badly, the condo board will go ballistic and I will end up switching companies again if I decide to stick with this job. I've seen it happen before, not just here but in the big towers. For now, I have to hunker down and wait and play the company man - a role I positively suck at by the way.
The second bit of bad news is more likely to cause me grief in the next eight hours. We have one of those women in the building - the one who is always superior and just happens to be religious of the stripe... oh hell, she's the worst kind of Catholic there is. She's an ex-nun and the archetype for the Catholic that makes other Catholics cringe. If you're anything but Catholic, you are regarded by her as misguided and a lot less than human. She's the sort of Catholic who is a reason I'm an ex-Catholic and is constantly telling me she prays for me. I'd love to tell her to save her prayers but in the interest of being polite and keeping my job, I bite my tongue and smile and thank her.
So, today she marches up to my desk and informs me she is going to get some friends together and they are going to play bridge in the party room at 1230 like another group always does on Mondays. Except the other group is playing in there like they always do on Monday and I mention this to her at which point she gets all self-righteous. "Well they don't OWN the room, do they?" No, you daft cow, but they are the ones who have traditionally been in there at 1300 on Mondays and it's only common courtesy for you to ASK them if they mind if you play a table in the room while they're using it. I tried to divert her to another of the rooms we have available because I know the reason for the first group having played on Monday in the party room was to avoid the self-righteous one. Whether I was successful or not, I will find out at 1230 today when the showdown begins.
One way or another, there will be wank to be had over this crap, there always is. I'm going to need a drink when I get home. Maybe two drinks... large drinks.
The first bit of bad news is that my immediate superior in the madhouse that is the company I work for is no longer with the company. I'm adrift now in dangerous waters without a Deakins to guide or protect me and that means I am very likely to get screwed over in the interim until a new leader can be assigned and dropped in on my head. The night guy is worried about what is likely to happen here if the company owners (not the brightest stars in the sky) start screwing things up with scheduling and unqualified fill-in people. I'm not. I know what will happen. They will mess things up badly, the condo board will go ballistic and I will end up switching companies again if I decide to stick with this job. I've seen it happen before, not just here but in the big towers. For now, I have to hunker down and wait and play the company man - a role I positively suck at by the way.
The second bit of bad news is more likely to cause me grief in the next eight hours. We have one of those women in the building - the one who is always superior and just happens to be religious of the stripe... oh hell, she's the worst kind of Catholic there is. She's an ex-nun and the archetype for the Catholic that makes other Catholics cringe. If you're anything but Catholic, you are regarded by her as misguided and a lot less than human. She's the sort of Catholic who is a reason I'm an ex-Catholic and is constantly telling me she prays for me. I'd love to tell her to save her prayers but in the interest of being polite and keeping my job, I bite my tongue and smile and thank her.
So, today she marches up to my desk and informs me she is going to get some friends together and they are going to play bridge in the party room at 1230 like another group always does on Mondays. Except the other group is playing in there like they always do on Monday and I mention this to her at which point she gets all self-righteous. "Well they don't OWN the room, do they?" No, you daft cow, but they are the ones who have traditionally been in there at 1300 on Mondays and it's only common courtesy for you to ASK them if they mind if you play a table in the room while they're using it. I tried to divert her to another of the rooms we have available because I know the reason for the first group having played on Monday in the party room was to avoid the self-righteous one. Whether I was successful or not, I will find out at 1230 today when the showdown begins.
One way or another, there will be wank to be had over this crap, there always is. I'm going to need a drink when I get home. Maybe two drinks... large drinks.
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Date: 2011-01-31 02:45 pm (UTC)At least you might fall asleep and avoid more drama stuff.
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 09:01 pm (UTC)Good luck... I'd say 'I'll pray for you' but... well, I don't pray. ;P
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Date: 2011-01-31 09:19 pm (UTC)When I told the one lady of the original party who is the sweetest little thing there ever was and a proper little Englishwoman what the self-righteous one was doing, her reaction was, "That bitch!"
I picked myself up off the floor and then set to trying to broker a truce. It's a table of bridge not a diplomatic incident ladies!