I will not yell
I will practice my breathing.
It’s been a difficult day at work today. And I need to vent a little. Yesterday I had a pretty intense migraine. Today was not a day to mess with me.
First thing when I walk in the door this morning my boss says, “Hi Noelle, we need to talk.” So now I’m stressin’ because I have recently had to ask her about changing up my schedule temporally to accommodate Frosty’s work and my job really likes set schedules and predictability and stuff like that. So I’m thinking, great, I’m in it now.
So I set down my stuff and go to see what it is. It was a whole new can of worms that I was kinda expecting, but not really.
~Background~
Last week we had the Head of the Department come for a visit. (By Head I mean HEAD/GOD stands next to Obama type Head) So in their frenzy to make the place look nice a certain manager threw away one of my recycling bins. (I had it in a hallway and rather than find me and ask me to move it she threw it away.) So after the visit I went to her and put her in her place. Pretty hard to do considering she is 2 pay grades above me, and therefore, not My Boss, But in league with bosses and you know... That was a small victory day for me. I told her off and she offered to replace the trashcan and apologized for it.
~End Set-up~
So my boss tells me this morning, “Mrs. X dropped by with your new can. She also said that she thought what you were doing wasn’t legal in the office since it solicited funds from people.” W..TF. Ok
~More background~
Since I have been here, the past 7 years there have been recycling bins in the break rooms. In the past the money went to birds in one area, and cats in another. I took over the cat-can when the lady died of cancer about 5 years ago. It wasn’t until December when the bird lady retired that I took over her cans. I now take all cans in the office to the recycle center for funds for My cause. (Raspberry Hills, a wildlife reserve for Horsey-toads, Texas hummingbirds, and other endangered wildlife.) Never once in the years I took the cans was it an issue.
~End Set-up2~
However, my boss is pretty cool and she offered a suggestion. She stated why don’t you replace the signs telling people where the money goes and just put a basic “Please recycle cans here” on them. I see where she’s going. So that’s what I do. If Mrs. X wants to play with me, we can play. I’m younger and will be here longer than her so she can just suck it. Now my boss sends a message that I am merely collecting cans, not asking for them, and what happens with the money for the cans is my business. (Cool isn’t she?)
However, I still spend the better part of the morning controlling my rage, and trying to calm down. Because what I really want to do is listen to the bell in my head that announces the start of the fight, march over there and tell her a few things. Saggy donkey ass...
*Coughs*
So Lunch comes and goes and I get to read my book and I get better.
Round two:
The Fire Marshal is here and doing an inspection. I think I’m ok, I follow the rules. Or so I thought.
~Background 2~
Since I moved to this cube about 2 years ago, and yes I was inspected before and found to be good, I have placed a little holiday theme on my floor in the big void I have under my desk.
~End set-up~
So the guy walks around and sets into my cube. “Hello” I say, not knowing what he is. Wondering why he’s invading my space. Territorial much? Anywho he says “Just looking around.” I see the clipboard and say rather jokingly, “I hope I’m not in trouble.” When he tells me, well actually you are not supposed to have anything flammable on the ground next to electrical sockets. I had a valentine scene set up with two bears and foam hearts on the floor. I say, I thought they were flame retardant. “Oh no, those are very flammable.”
No now I’m mad again. It just seems like they are trying to push me down. Any why would he pay special attention to my cube (Unless a certain Mrs. X might have mentioned it) when in the past, no problems. Why would anyone have grief over my attempts to make this place a better place to be?
Just to be pissy I kept my display, but just moved up to my countertop. And I was so cheesed that I threw away a reem of paper I had been saving to use as a recycle paper. (Used paper, but I could use it again) I was trying to not be wasteful, but I was all like smurf-it.
And to top off this day I get an e-mail stating that the reorg will have opening for places like what I do now. Meaning, if I don’t leave my current position, there is no guarantee that I will continue doing what I am now, and possibly making it worse.
So I will breath, I will not yell.
But on the plus side I just finished Bon Crossed by P. Briggs. Wonderful book. Wonderful story. But I really need to slow down reading. I read it in two days. Now I’m stuck waiting on White Witch, Black Curse by K. Harrison on Feb. 24. I am looking forward to that one as well.
I received in the mail a cute little kit in the mail as a thank-you for what I do on a stitching board. That was nice. We got our new couch yesterday as well. It’s nice not to sit on the floor anymore. Last month, when I had money, I bought Buffy season one. It was nice going back in time and watching those old films. But now I have the fever to get them all. I can only seem to remember the last 2 seasons.
I tried stain glass painting, and I think it turned out ok. But since the paint came from a tube and it was kind of like working with caulk the lines were not uniform, and I think I may have to start over, using another method, when I get money.
I was invited to a girl’s night out party this weekend with a gal I don’t all together like. But I need to work on making friends that are not online. So I’m gonna go, and try and be nice. As to my part I made some hearts, and was going to make a cheapie bracelet for all the girls (I’m estimating about 10) and I have everything but clasps. However no more money, so I’m thinking that maybe I won’t go all out like I planned. So maybe I’ll just take the charms and leave it at that.
We have to do my taxes this weekend. I’m beginning to look at those liberty people (Who jump around with their signs) as targets. I wonder how many points they’d be worth...
It’s been a difficult day at work today. And I need to vent a little. Yesterday I had a pretty intense migraine. Today was not a day to mess with me.
First thing when I walk in the door this morning my boss says, “Hi Noelle, we need to talk.” So now I’m stressin’ because I have recently had to ask her about changing up my schedule temporally to accommodate Frosty’s work and my job really likes set schedules and predictability and stuff like that. So I’m thinking, great, I’m in it now.
So I set down my stuff and go to see what it is. It was a whole new can of worms that I was kinda expecting, but not really.
~Background~
Last week we had the Head of the Department come for a visit. (By Head I mean HEAD/GOD stands next to Obama type Head) So in their frenzy to make the place look nice a certain manager threw away one of my recycling bins. (I had it in a hallway and rather than find me and ask me to move it she threw it away.) So after the visit I went to her and put her in her place. Pretty hard to do considering she is 2 pay grades above me, and therefore, not My Boss, But in league with bosses and you know... That was a small victory day for me. I told her off and she offered to replace the trashcan and apologized for it.
~End Set-up~
So my boss tells me this morning, “Mrs. X dropped by with your new can. She also said that she thought what you were doing wasn’t legal in the office since it solicited funds from people.” W..TF. Ok
~More background~
Since I have been here, the past 7 years there have been recycling bins in the break rooms. In the past the money went to birds in one area, and cats in another. I took over the cat-can when the lady died of cancer about 5 years ago. It wasn’t until December when the bird lady retired that I took over her cans. I now take all cans in the office to the recycle center for funds for My cause. (Raspberry Hills, a wildlife reserve for Horsey-toads, Texas hummingbirds, and other endangered wildlife.) Never once in the years I took the cans was it an issue.
~End Set-up2~
However, my boss is pretty cool and she offered a suggestion. She stated why don’t you replace the signs telling people where the money goes and just put a basic “Please recycle cans here” on them. I see where she’s going. So that’s what I do. If Mrs. X wants to play with me, we can play. I’m younger and will be here longer than her so she can just suck it. Now my boss sends a message that I am merely collecting cans, not asking for them, and what happens with the money for the cans is my business. (Cool isn’t she?)
However, I still spend the better part of the morning controlling my rage, and trying to calm down. Because what I really want to do is listen to the bell in my head that announces the start of the fight, march over there and tell her a few things. Saggy donkey ass...
*Coughs*
So Lunch comes and goes and I get to read my book and I get better.
Round two:
The Fire Marshal is here and doing an inspection. I think I’m ok, I follow the rules. Or so I thought.
~Background 2~
Since I moved to this cube about 2 years ago, and yes I was inspected before and found to be good, I have placed a little holiday theme on my floor in the big void I have under my desk.
~End set-up~
So the guy walks around and sets into my cube. “Hello” I say, not knowing what he is. Wondering why he’s invading my space. Territorial much? Anywho he says “Just looking around.” I see the clipboard and say rather jokingly, “I hope I’m not in trouble.” When he tells me, well actually you are not supposed to have anything flammable on the ground next to electrical sockets. I had a valentine scene set up with two bears and foam hearts on the floor. I say, I thought they were flame retardant. “Oh no, those are very flammable.”
No now I’m mad again. It just seems like they are trying to push me down. Any why would he pay special attention to my cube (Unless a certain Mrs. X might have mentioned it) when in the past, no problems. Why would anyone have grief over my attempts to make this place a better place to be?
Just to be pissy I kept my display, but just moved up to my countertop. And I was so cheesed that I threw away a reem of paper I had been saving to use as a recycle paper. (Used paper, but I could use it again) I was trying to not be wasteful, but I was all like smurf-it.
And to top off this day I get an e-mail stating that the reorg will have opening for places like what I do now. Meaning, if I don’t leave my current position, there is no guarantee that I will continue doing what I am now, and possibly making it worse.
So I will breath, I will not yell.
But on the plus side I just finished Bon Crossed by P. Briggs. Wonderful book. Wonderful story. But I really need to slow down reading. I read it in two days. Now I’m stuck waiting on White Witch, Black Curse by K. Harrison on Feb. 24. I am looking forward to that one as well.
I received in the mail a cute little kit in the mail as a thank-you for what I do on a stitching board. That was nice. We got our new couch yesterday as well. It’s nice not to sit on the floor anymore. Last month, when I had money, I bought Buffy season one. It was nice going back in time and watching those old films. But now I have the fever to get them all. I can only seem to remember the last 2 seasons.
I tried stain glass painting, and I think it turned out ok. But since the paint came from a tube and it was kind of like working with caulk the lines were not uniform, and I think I may have to start over, using another method, when I get money.
I was invited to a girl’s night out party this weekend with a gal I don’t all together like. But I need to work on making friends that are not online. So I’m gonna go, and try and be nice. As to my part I made some hearts, and was going to make a cheapie bracelet for all the girls (I’m estimating about 10) and I have everything but clasps. However no more money, so I’m thinking that maybe I won’t go all out like I planned. So maybe I’ll just take the charms and leave it at that.
We have to do my taxes this weekend. I’m beginning to look at those liberty people (Who jump around with their signs) as targets. I wonder how many points they’d be worth...