Let the Games Begin
I was in the room filing away, as was one of my Monday chores at work. I felt my leg vibrating, and realised it was my phone. When I saw who it was, I answered.
“Hey, whatcha doin’?” she asked me.
“Filing, I was going to ring you but I wanted to finish this up first.”
“Oh, well I wanted to call you as we had planned to talk tonight anyways,” she continued.
It was true. We had agreed to chat after she had come to work and spoken with my boss, a friend of hers for the past 10 years. I spoke to her after I had finished working on Saturday. It was partially to catch up on life, as good friends tend to do. My other reason was to find out what the Hell was going on with my boss, because something was definitely eating at her.
“Well?” I prompted her.
“Have you been doing your school work at work?” she asked me, catching me off guard. I hadn’t expected this topic to come up.
“Uh, not lately. I’ve just been going home. Even if I have, it was after everything was completed for the day and everyone was gone. I would only stay until my shift was over."I replied.
“Watch your back, Jack.”
“Huh?” I asked, totally confused.
“She (my boss) did confront him about what he did, and on top of what she told you Jackass told her that the reason he left early was because you were wanting to get him out of there so you could do your schoolwork. “
“Really.” I said dryly, trying not to get pissed off.
“Yeah, he was making it sound like you were doing your schoolwork while he was doing all the work in the lab.”
I was seething. That two-faced lying sack of shit. I knew he was a bull-shitting, lazy, ass-hole. I should have expected something like this from him. The fucktard.
“Ok, now I’m pissed.” I told her.
“No, don’t get mad,” she said, “I told her about you coming to the other lab to pick up some work as well as the paper you told me you had to get home to work on. It got her to think that your behaviour then didn’t coincide with what he was insinuating.”
“Hell, I hope it would’nt. I was working on that damn paper until 1 pm the next day.”
“Well, like I said, watch your back. He’s playing those childish games.”
“Oh, no worries, “ I replied, “he’ll find out how much I love playing games.”
We continued chatting for a little while longer before I walked upstairs to the lab.
And there he was, smiling and joking at me, oblivious to the fact that I knew. And there I was, smiling and joking at him, planning my next move.
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Could You Please Pass the Salt?
A co-worker of mine constantly half-asses and bullshits his way through his shift. I really like the guy, as a sit down and chat over coffee kind of guy, but for the love of God, please don’t milk the clock when there is work to be done. He has a supervisor position in a major hospital here and the job with me is his second of the day. He’s trying to put his senior in high school through Harvard (if he gets in). Really, warms the heart, but if you take on a second job, you need to take on the consequences of it i.e. fatigue. Needless to say, I was a bit miffed when he decided to leave his shift two hours early this week, deeming that my co-worker and I could handle it.
First off, he wasn’t even completed with his work. It meant additional work for my co-worker and I to do.
Secondly, where the hell does he get off deciding that we could handle the work and he could leave? Granted, we work as if he wasn’t even there because he hardly even lifts a finger. I was more miffed at what he did and how he did it as opposed to leaving work early.
I wrote my boss a polite e-mail, detailing what happened, how I was frustrated due to him just leaving like that, and that this wasn’t his first time doing it.
The next day I find out that my boss has mentioned to everyone in my department that I had sent her an e-mail about him. Now, if there had been anything pertaining to them in the e-mail, I wouldn’t have minded. Hell, I expected her to tell my co-worker. However, I fail to see how a confidential correspondence between I and my boss becomes “need to know” for everyone.
My favourite part was when I saw her e-mail in reply to mine. She stated that my co-worker had left her a long detailed message about why he left early. That we were lucky to be able to work when it was slow. That he was a different category of employee, so that made his hours flexible. That he was coming from the perspective that if work is slow you are to leave (which is apparently ok). That she is well aware of who is doing what in her department when it comes to workload and that my co-worker and I could easily handle the work load left (uh, wasn’t arguing that).
And the real gem of the mail was the last paragraph. She said that although I acted with the best intentions, I am the only employee e-mailing her about work flow and other issues. That she knows what is going on in her department, and to let her handle the work flow and issues of her staff and to focus on my work and my work only.
Ya know, if she had just typed “Fuck Off. K. Thx.” it would’ve saved her a paragraph of typing. Then again, it probably isn’t too P.C.
I don’t know if she’s feeling threatened or what. I still find myself wondering how she was able to procure and maintain a management position for so long with these stupid antics she gets up to. I also know she was a supervisor with the co-worker in question at the same hospital for 4-5 years.
One of the benefits of my job is minimal to no supervision. That translates into my boss doesn’t know what happens unless someone tells her or it bites her in the ass. Apparently, I am the only one in my department that has the balls to tell her, because really, who likes their ass bitten at the end of the day? I know I don’t. However, after today, I’ll even pass people the salt and pepper.
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New Year's Rez
I love my work schedule. Well I love it aside from the weekends I work and mandatory meetings. They are scheduled with everyone but people on my schedule in mind. Needless to say, I wasn’t thrilled about waking up early to go to a meeting about my benefits at work today. However, being the exemplar employee that I am, I woke up and arrived there with a few minutes to spare.
Upon arrival to the conference room, I noticed that the lights weren’t just off, the damn door was locked shut. I thought this was rather odd, seeing as a meeting was supposed to begin in five minutes. Not wanting to bullshit around, I went upstairs to see if anyone knew what was going on. Luckily I ran into the lab manager, who looked shocked to see me at this hour. I could already tell by his reaction that something was up.
“Hey,” I said to him smiling, “do you know if the meeting is happening today?”
He looked at me nonplussed, “Today? I thought it was on the sixteenth.”
“Crap. Really?” I asked him.
“Hmm, yeah, but let me make sure,” he said while he sat down at his computer, opening up a file.
He scanned the file for a bit while I stood there patiently.
“Yup,” he said, looking up at me, “it is on the sixteenth at 10 am and 2pm.”
“Cool, thanks. I’m going back to bed, “ I said to him, and left him there chuckling.
Apparently, I made a New Year’s resolution that I wasn’t aware of until now: to show up to everything slightly early so as to be on time.
However, I do believe I slightly overdid it this time. Two weeks is a little excessive, don’t you think?
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Macho, Macho Man
I’m sitting here working on school work with a CSI marathon on the telly as my background noise. Am I the only one that thinks George Eads looks like a long lost member of the Village People with the moustache he’s sporting?
Just sayin’.
*returns to mountain of papers to write*
Who's got marshmallows?
I slept, and then I woke up. I had a shitty day at work and figured it was time to troll roast. I never did say how long I was going to give the dipshit. That. and if the stupid git spent all that time looking through my posts and copying them, the troll would have an idea of how I enjoyed playing with my food. Then again it has been awhile since I broke out my claws.
I don’t have time on my hands this weekend to gather all the “evidence” to close down this troll’s WordPress account, but that doesn’t stop me from having a little fun. Anyone can help me collect information play (in the comments of this post of course!).
First of all, let us have a link. We cannot retaliate and have fun without a link, right?
*drumroll*
Now, I think incentives are always nice.
Whoever finds all of my posts on the git’s site and their corresponding posts on mine, I’ll mail a package of homemade biscuits.
Whoever writes the best comment on the git’s site, I’ll also mail a package of homemade biscuits.
And finally, whoever gets the word spread successfully enough to find the owner(s) of the other plagiarised posts, gets a package of homemade biscuits. Of course unless all of my posts are found first, you won’t have an idea of which ones they could possibly be. Then again, that couldn’t stop everyone from stopping by and taking a look for themselves.
Can you tell that I am in a giving mood? No, really, I am. I am trying to bestow upon this oaf the gift of free traffic with all the trimmings.
Yeah, I know, I am a sweetheart. Better stay away before I give you a cavity.
I wonder if I am the only person in thinking that the blogging community needs a “link-back” awareness campaign, especially in the wake of the MySpace and Facebook age. Us “seasoned” bloggers have wisdom that we could impart to these blogging hatchlings.
Then again, too bad we can’t expel them from the blogging world just like a student would be from school for performing the same act.
In closing, I ship internationally.
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Seriously?
An Oration for Monk Abuddhist of the Oracle of Biologisvensk at WordPress.com:
You know, I would never had known you existed had I not felt the sudden impulse to look my site up on Technorati. I saw that your site had referenced me several times, and since I had never come across you as one of the three or so remaining admirers I have, I felt the need to grace your site with my humble presence.
When I set foot upon the holy ground that is your blog, I saw nothing more than what someone like me dreams of: a blog filled of my posts in all their glory. Of course, I thought this must be some sort of mistake brought on by the internet imps, for why would someone spend time filling a site with my writings and not their own? It was then that I saw you couldn’t help yourself , my humble follower, but to alter the titles of my writings, and occasionally the phrasing of a sentence. I figure you must be trying to somehow personalise my magnificence to fit within the confines of your humble temple for my creative genius. But at times, I did see that some of my compositions in the Holy Tome of HorseHell were so revered, that you left them and their titles untouched.
I understand your reluctance for recognition, even by one as magnanimous as I, for you didn’t reference the goddess from whose orations your site is a monument to. I appreciate your humility, and I will honour it by not creating a link to encourage the pilgrimage of my faithful readers to your temple. You have quietly been following and transcribing my holy tome since 2005, but I, your goddess, implore your cessation of this activity. Please, come here to revere me. Transcribe my words upon your heart, not your site. If you do not heed what I, your patroness demand, I shall rain the fire of a thousand hells upon you. You shall feel my wrath and face the black abyss of deleted WordPress accounts.
I, Goddess Biologisvensk, have spoken.
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Happy Holidays
Between work and finals in a class this week, I think I might take a little disappearing act. Then again, if history repeats itself, I’ll be spamming this blog to satiate my procrastination needs. Anyways, here is Ranger, about 20 minutes past midnight on Christmas Day after I found out he got into the bag on my desk to pull out my sisters’ presents: gift cards in stuffed animal gift card holders. I think he was hoping the animals were for him, and he waited this long ( over a week) to get into the bag, I guess he couldn’t wait anymore. Regardless, it took away my “Bah Humbug” mood.
When got home:
When he saw them not going to him:
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