there’s a sort of state of flux at job #2 right now. main IT wench has effectively “left the building” and that leaves us in an awkward position as a company. on the one hand, she has been effectively dicking us over since like, i started working here & way before. and we’ve been hosed by this time and time again. on the other hand, she has called in sick almost every day since december and health-wise isn’t doin’ too hot. and to top it off, personally, she is a very nice person that i like, and i sincerely do hope that she’s going to be ok. but on yet another hand, there’s the consistent dicking and hosings and tight/illogical reign of control/withholding of information that has been so unfortunate i really feel we’ll be far, far better off without her. and i’m not alone in that assessment.
and while my initial reaction was: ‘oh we are so fucked.’ right now i’m thinking, ‘it’s for the best.’
because really, it is. purchasing and equipment acquisition can be coordinated, regulated and given some sort of fucking order that makes sense, oh, and above all it can actually take place. no more of this begging for a mouse, or software or cables or something for months and months on end with no reply. inventories and system status can be managed more effectively. a whole slew of things can be improved upon, really…and i think a lot of beneficial cost-cutting measures can be implemented.
the thing that has me somewhat anxious is…well, there’s a chance of increasing my presence in the company. hours, availability, responsibilities, etc. and frankly, i’d love to. i love job #2 more than any other job i’ve had — and no, it’s not just the big, fat paycheck, i really do like it here. there’s good people, which is just so essential to a productive work environment (as i’m sure the boy can attest to); and i am really comfortable here & enjoy what i do (when i actually am working). i would love, love, love to go full-time…or even more, and maybe cut back hours at job #1 and you know…have a moment to breathe and hear my own fucking thoughts before they drive me insane (sorry bout that, midget). maybe? possibly? i don’t know.
at the urgings of financial director and production director here (one being a friend/colleague & the other being a friend/supervisor) i went ahead and outlined my abilities/intentions towards the company in a little “hey, i know X is gone now, and i’m here to fill in, yo.” email. to all the bigwigs. and it’s funny, cuz i’ve never thought of them as such before. ever. they’re my colleagues, they’re sometimes annoyances, and definitely past “acquaintance” on the ladder of friendlies. there’s M, with his rabid baseball love; R, with his constant destruction of all things electronic and being a great drunken jew; and L, with her really charming english husband an spastic peace corp. stories of hilarity. and they kind of hold the fate of my future at the company in their hands and i totally hadn’t really grasped that before. it doesn’t worry me, but the thought does give one pause…
i suppose most of all i don’t want to get my hopes up, and at the very least…things are only going to improve from here on out, i think.
although it has come to my attention that i can never quit. ever. because, every female who has left the company has burst into an unfortunate plague of incessant spawning without exception and i am not tryin’ to hear that! seriously, it’s gettin’ to be kind of an insane trend. i blame that god awful new zeland “fertility icon” of HUGE, UGLY UNFORTUNATENESS that R has insisted on keeping for it all. that thing is bad, bad mojo, dudes. which is why i never get within a 2-foot radius of it. thats said, one former co-worker just had her third baby (all children under 6 years old now!) and another former co-worker is 7 months along her first parasite infestation.
scary.
also, i realize that i’ve slept about 9 hours…since monday…
fucking AWESOME…
and thus, taking an idea from this post, i’ve come up with filler. god bless ken & ariel for keeping me from having to think for myself…
Three Things I Did Last Week That Will Surely Hasten My Direct Flight to Hell:
- not only meticulously planned, but acted out various ways of murderizing babies & children via the sims (that may not be that bad by itself, but i sure as fuck enjoyed the hell out of it)
- watched a show about “repairing cripples” with scooter & was bitterly disappointed that there were no tards present, cuz i fucking love tards for fun & entertainment value.
- gave up liquor instead of sex(sorry midget!) because there are some things i just can’t do without even though technically the church makes a big ol’ frowny face on unhitched-fucking.
meh. i’m not nearly sacrelicious enough. but that could be because the sleep madness has made me too tired to do anything really naughty.
so many apologies to me in one post. should i feel special?? but there’s nothing to apologize for. you know i loves you.
::smooches::
also, i’m doing a fine job of keeping jack company until you get through this barbaric religious ritual of yours.