Today, in Fine Moments in Work History, I'm hiding in my office so I don't have to go to a lunch-and-learn.
'War Stories'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm viciously out of sorts today.
Hey, are you going anywhere near the terrible floods in India?
The New Age Bullshit generator sounds like the Oprah quotes that were on Starbucks cups for a while. I miss them. They made me laugh.
The flooding is in Chennai, which is about 400 miles away from Hyderabad.
Hugs and/or other forms of warm, supportive thoughts for all who want them.
Secret stair exploration sounds excellent.
I may be eating all the cake today. These things happen.
Where did the secret stairs go? Or is it a secret?
Chennai is where one of our vendors is located. Our point-of-contact was assuring us they'd do their best to stay on schedule. I told him I was more worried about his people staying safe. Screw the deliverables. "Come now, if they can't swim, they can row through the floodwaters! We must ensure those Magnetics papers make their posting date! Priorities, man!"
I am so tired. My boss is losing her shit, as she always does at the end of the year. I don't know how to phrase "I can do my job but I cannot deal with any more drama, just back off and let me work" in a way that will not compromise my chances of remaining employed there.
I hear you Zen.
My boss has started the end-of-year crankiness, but that's still nothing compared to my old job, when my boss had so much vacation time that she didn't use throughout the year that she took all of November and December off, which fucked our production schedule horribly. (We were SO glad to have her out of the office, because she was from hell, but when you only have 4 editors and 1 takes 2 months off, there's no way to keep up the work.)