It's so nice to come into work on Friday to find that someone has made an attempt at cheering us all up and making us forget about pending layoffs by providing doughnut holes!
Went perfectly with my first cup of tea today.
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Later...
And as the day comes toward the noon hour, I look at my desk and realize that there is no way for me to finish everything that is on it in the next 5 hours. Sigh.
Time for a second cup of tea.
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Later again...
Well, it has been a rather productive day. I've been able to clear an entire section of my desk so that I now know my desk is a very ugly laminate fake wood color. Niiiiice!
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Another later...
Ah, I still have an hour to go, and I've only one large stack left on my desk! I feel so accomplished today!
And now, I can see two huge sections of desk here... desk that is not covered in things to do!
Sa-weet! :)
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Isn't it nice?
The wonders of the world, I swear!
The day after I am drained by a vampire on paper (contracting terminology in the form of 126 pages of hellacious formatting), I come in to work to attend a meeting about how they will be laying off some of us and we will begin being notified in the middle of next month.
Isn't that nice?
Been nice working with you and all, but don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. Oh, and leave that stapler on your desk; it was purchased with office funds!
Gee, can I at least take my plant? I mean, you know, it's only alive because of the electricity that is used to run the water cooler that I pay monthly dues to so we can have fluids during the day!
My plant drinks from that water cooler too, you know!
I've only put in almost 10 years here. Others have put in 20 or even over 30 years and we are all on the same god forsaken chopping block!
So, yes, it pisses me off that they want to make the "recognition program" a priority for the staff that will remain after they kick some out the door because they really believe in recognizing the efforts of their employees.
F off! If you lay us off, we aren't employed so we can't provide any efforts. How do you plan to recognize that?
Yeah, I thought so. No comment.
I write this here because I'm biting my tongue at work. I am hoping to be one of those who is allowed to remain. Why would I want to work with these sharks? I have no choice... it pays my bills, I have children I am responsible for and well, I really like several of my coworkers and look forward to seeing them every day.
So, here I sit, waiting for the next four or five weeks to see if I will get handed a note asking me to pack up my desk sans stapler.
The day after I am drained by a vampire on paper (contracting terminology in the form of 126 pages of hellacious formatting), I come in to work to attend a meeting about how they will be laying off some of us and we will begin being notified in the middle of next month.
Isn't that nice?
Been nice working with you and all, but don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. Oh, and leave that stapler on your desk; it was purchased with office funds!
Gee, can I at least take my plant? I mean, you know, it's only alive because of the electricity that is used to run the water cooler that I pay monthly dues to so we can have fluids during the day!
My plant drinks from that water cooler too, you know!
I've only put in almost 10 years here. Others have put in 20 or even over 30 years and we are all on the same god forsaken chopping block!
So, yes, it pisses me off that they want to make the "recognition program" a priority for the staff that will remain after they kick some out the door because they really believe in recognizing the efforts of their employees.
F off! If you lay us off, we aren't employed so we can't provide any efforts. How do you plan to recognize that?
Yeah, I thought so. No comment.
I write this here because I'm biting my tongue at work. I am hoping to be one of those who is allowed to remain. Why would I want to work with these sharks? I have no choice... it pays my bills, I have children I am responsible for and well, I really like several of my coworkers and look forward to seeing them every day.
So, here I sit, waiting for the next four or five weeks to see if I will get handed a note asking me to pack up my desk sans stapler.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
St. Patrick's Day!
And I'm so incredibly exhausted by stuff at work that I have nothing creative or interesting to say.
I will say this though...
I seriously need a raise!
I will say this though...
I seriously need a raise!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Turmoil Speaks From Within Pain Of Years
Turmoil speaks from within pain of years Turmoil speaks from within pain of years.
~Jess
I wrote this last night (well this morning, technically) as I was thinking back on my recently lost marriage and how it felt to be in the midst of that life.
They don't teach you what it feels like to teeter on the seesaw of a broken relationship. Experience alone is the teacher for that lesson of life.
Of a life lived alone in the company of tears.
Elations of love near replaced by time
Wherein jealousy grew and hence bore crime.
A crime of passion known not yet unto man
Where a love so pure whence this story began,
Became a poison so inviting; ate away soul
While life past by no longer whole.
Memory serves as remembering will
So that fondness survives with great skill.
In the minds of those who once were fond
Live memories of such strong bond.
Love once spoken with bodies and eyes,
Fingers softly caress trembling thighs.
Lovemaking made with angelic song,
Until spite won again and before long...
~Jess
I wrote this last night (well this morning, technically) as I was thinking back on my recently lost marriage and how it felt to be in the midst of that life.
They don't teach you what it feels like to teeter on the seesaw of a broken relationship. Experience alone is the teacher for that lesson of life.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Dizzying
From sometime on Tuesday the 3rd of March until 10 pm on Wednesday night (8 days later) I was on an antibiotic that not only made me feel incredibly dizzy but also caused problems in the wrist and shoulder tendons of my right arm.
I am so incredibly relieved to be rid of that antibiotic even though this new one makes me nauseated! (It's the little things.)
I woke this morning to find that not only did I feel rested for the first time since going into the hospital, but I was no longer dizzy!
It's amazing the effect that dizziness has on a daily life. Just walking down the hall at work had me touching the wall as I feared if I didn't, I might topple right over exactly like a weeble does not.
I leaned on the desks of those I was helping and I struggled to clear the cobwebs that swirled around inside my head enough to be able to assist a coworker with a technological issue.
I think if I had been being video taped, my head would probably have been wobbling atop my neck in an attempt to compensate for the spinning feeling I had been experiencing.
Another thing (besides nausea) that my new medication provides is that I can now eat dairy again. Which is an enormous blessing since dairy happens to be one of the very few things in my pescetarian diet that provides protein.
What I want to know if how the hell I gained weight while in the hospital when I went for two days where I was not allowed to consume anything at all by mouth and was on only a saline solution IV. So much for the thought that it would at the very least help me get rid of these last 10 or 15 pounds I'm trying to drop.
Oh well, I'm alive and getting better every day. There is nothing more I can ask for... except for maybe more hugs from my children (and my oldest son to get his dang license so he could come visit me and I could get a hug from him too). :)
I am so incredibly relieved to be rid of that antibiotic even though this new one makes me nauseated! (It's the little things.)
I woke this morning to find that not only did I feel rested for the first time since going into the hospital, but I was no longer dizzy!
It's amazing the effect that dizziness has on a daily life. Just walking down the hall at work had me touching the wall as I feared if I didn't, I might topple right over exactly like a weeble does not.
I leaned on the desks of those I was helping and I struggled to clear the cobwebs that swirled around inside my head enough to be able to assist a coworker with a technological issue.
I think if I had been being video taped, my head would probably have been wobbling atop my neck in an attempt to compensate for the spinning feeling I had been experiencing.
Another thing (besides nausea) that my new medication provides is that I can now eat dairy again. Which is an enormous blessing since dairy happens to be one of the very few things in my pescetarian diet that provides protein.
What I want to know if how the hell I gained weight while in the hospital when I went for two days where I was not allowed to consume anything at all by mouth and was on only a saline solution IV. So much for the thought that it would at the very least help me get rid of these last 10 or 15 pounds I'm trying to drop.
Oh well, I'm alive and getting better every day. There is nothing more I can ask for... except for maybe more hugs from my children (and my oldest son to get his dang license so he could come visit me and I could get a hug from him too). :)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Life On The Sleeve Of The Internet
What is blogging all about? Sharing little bits and pieces of our lives, minds and hearts with whoever may saunter by it to peek into this very limited window of our selves?
I believe that for some, it serves as a journal of sorts, just one that also happens to be worn on the sleeve of the Internet for all eyes to see.
For others it becomes a creative writing outlet and a way for them to be as published as someone who also has probably a couple of kids, a dog and drives a minivan might ever be.
Of course there are news blogs by those who are passionate about what they believe politicians can do for us or against us.
And the list goes on. All blogging is about sharing though, and all blogs have stories to tell.
My own blog has gaps in it that tell of the turmoil I have recently undergone while in the midst of a divorce that took me away from blogging as I believed there was a significant risk that I would somehow incriminate myself with these little letters in the form of words.
It also has stories in it of friends, ideas, an entrepreneurial journey I have undertaken and a small peek into the city I live in and the children I am raising.
Last week I ended up unexpectedly in the hospital. When I had my sister call my oldest friend, it was because I wasn't sure I would come out of the hospital alive. The last thing on my mind was my blog. This page would have existed here long after I had gone to leave a very tiny window into a life that had once been.
The thing that is odd to me now is that thinking I was potentially close to losing my life, brought me closer to wanting to share my life with complete strangers...you...if there is even anyone who reads my blog.
I know someone did once because they commented and I know my friends have a few times.
But even if no one does read my blog, I guess I want to leave something for my children to potentially discover when I do pass on.
So I suppose mine falls under the definition of a journal of sorts on the sleeve of the Internet.
So be it. For now, I'm still here to write about my life, so why not?
I believe that for some, it serves as a journal of sorts, just one that also happens to be worn on the sleeve of the Internet for all eyes to see.
For others it becomes a creative writing outlet and a way for them to be as published as someone who also has probably a couple of kids, a dog and drives a minivan might ever be.
Of course there are news blogs by those who are passionate about what they believe politicians can do for us or against us.
And the list goes on. All blogging is about sharing though, and all blogs have stories to tell.
My own blog has gaps in it that tell of the turmoil I have recently undergone while in the midst of a divorce that took me away from blogging as I believed there was a significant risk that I would somehow incriminate myself with these little letters in the form of words.
It also has stories in it of friends, ideas, an entrepreneurial journey I have undertaken and a small peek into the city I live in and the children I am raising.
Last week I ended up unexpectedly in the hospital. When I had my sister call my oldest friend, it was because I wasn't sure I would come out of the hospital alive. The last thing on my mind was my blog. This page would have existed here long after I had gone to leave a very tiny window into a life that had once been.
The thing that is odd to me now is that thinking I was potentially close to losing my life, brought me closer to wanting to share my life with complete strangers...you...if there is even anyone who reads my blog.
I know someone did once because they commented and I know my friends have a few times.
But even if no one does read my blog, I guess I want to leave something for my children to potentially discover when I do pass on.
So I suppose mine falls under the definition of a journal of sorts on the sleeve of the Internet.
So be it. For now, I'm still here to write about my life, so why not?
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