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January 29, 2010
Good morning, good morning...
After typing that subject line, I am now wishing I had the Singin' in the Rain soundtrack. Wait, why DON'T I have that? Anyway! A guy I work with just held a door for me (the door-holding situation in this office should be a whole separate post, actually) and I said "Thanks," and then:
Me: Good morning!So. Friday. You're going to be like that, are you?
November 19, 2009
That kind of week.
I wound up walking into the building this morning with a coworker, and after exchanging those wry half-smiles that I'm sure are the universal "walking into the cube farm yet again" expression, we had the following exchange:
R: Well, this is fun.
Seems to be going around. Tell me, is anyone actually having a good week?
January 07, 2009
I have accepted the position of Product Search Specialist at the company where I've been working for the past few years. I've been wanting this job for a while, and I am very very very excited.
June 25, 2008
My boss is on vacation, so I've been helping deal with some various issues that have cropped up. I just sent out an "Okay, I'm going to go ahead and cancel that meeting this afternoon, since the boss [who runs the meeting] isn't here" e-mail, and a coworker responded by pointing me to today's Dilbert:
Yeah, pretty much.
May 07, 2008
Okay, this is a little ridiculous.
In the past five minutes, I have e-mailed my boss twice and responded to one of his tweets on Twitter. He sits about six feet from me. I could easily (and do often) just turn around in my swively chair and talk to him. (We're usually both wearing headphones, though, so that's a little harder than it sounds.) But that doesn't stop the e-mails and Twittering. Sigh. The twenty-first century workplace...
February 26, 2008
No, the blog isn't going anywhere. They just moved my department to the other end of our huge office building, so I have a nice new cubicle. Well, "nice". . . you know. I think it will be okay. There's more light over here, and higher ceilings, and it was a good excuse to clean my desk. But the set-up is a little different (in a good way, I think, eventually) and the light is different and I can hear my computer humming, and so I have a headache. And the whole moving process took up much of the day; my whole routine was thrown off. Oh, and they upgraded us to IE7 at the same time. Yay for tabbed browsing, but it added to the "everything is suddenly different" feeling. So all in all, I'm just feeling a bit . . . unsettled. I think it's time to go home and curl up on the couch with a big mug of tea and some nice relaxing knitting.
December 21, 2007
What was I THINKING?
So I'm working on a project at work, and I had started it a month or two ago, and today I finally had time to get back to me. And I cannot for the life of me figure out how I was doing it. I see what would be the "right" way - to write a SQL query - but, given the fact that it's taking me so long to write the freaking query, I'm pretty much positive that that's not how I did it last time. I even asked my boss if he had any idea what I had done, and he didn't. Neither of us have any clue. But this was much easier last time.
July 20, 2006
Apparently I never learn.
I forgot to put my name on my Lean Cuisine this morning. It's gone.
June 19, 2006
What a way to start Monday morning
Dear Nameless Corporation,
Imagine my surprise this morning when I arrived to see signs asking that all employees enter via the main lobby. At first, I thought you might have a good reason for this. Maybe the door I usually use was broken, or the security guard was out sick, or the lobby was flooded, or something. But no, the nice man blocking my way assured me. Everyone had to go in the front door because it's the last two weeks of the quarter and they're doing "special stuff" to encourage us. Great.
So I walk around the building to the front and find more or less what I'd expected: music playing, t-shirts, coffee and doughnuts. I especially liked how you had people by that door making sure that no one was allowed to ignore the bruhaha. I'm not entirely clear about why this was supposed to make the company sell more products, but I'm sure you read some book telling you that the way of the mongoose was to give its employees shirts and doughnuts to sell more computers.
I'm not sure you really realize this, but the end of the quarter has virtually no impact on my job whatsoever. I just come in and do my work, regardless of the day or month. It is, though, slightly helpful to know it's the end of the quarter so that I understand why all of you are so stressed and therefore feel the need to be rude to me when you're asking me for help. (Although you might want to think about that for a minute. Why do you think that telling me I'm stupid will make me want to help you?) But since the end of the quarter has no real affect on my job, I think I would be of more help to the company if you let me just go inside and work.
P.S. I don't want to sound ungrateful, so thanks for the t-shirt. I probably won't be wearing it to work, though, because it doesn't quite fit in your dress code, you know. Just saying.
May 26, 2006
Friday Lunch Watch
As you may remember, last Friday my Lean Cuisine pizza was rudely stolen from the freezer here at work. Never one to learn from my mistakes, I have another in there this Friday. I did label it with my initials this time, so let's hope that helps. Stay tuned for updates!
8:10 am: Got to work and checked the freezer while I was putting my Diet Dr. Pepper in the fridge. The pizza is still there, undisturbed.
10:30 am: Checked on the way back from my morning walk, and it's still there.
1 pm: Victory is mine! The pizza has been consumed! (By me!)
May 19, 2006
Reason #45237 Why I Hate Corporate America
All morning, I'd been looking forward to my lovely Lean Cuisine pizza for lunch. But when I went to take it out of the freezer, it had vanished. Someone ate it. And there are hundreds of people in my building, so I really have no way of tracking down who it was. Bah.
December 20, 2005
To whom it may concern:
Dear stupid coworkers in the neighboring department,
Dear Chris Botti,
Dear out-of-it teacher lady,
Dear reading public,
Dear Mr. Ledger,
December 13, 2005
Don't worry, I'll be panicking soon.
I feel like I'm crawling out from under a rock. I've been MIA for a few days. First, I survived three days with my family with no Internet access (a temporary problem in their neighborhood) or cell phone service (a permanent one). And no knitting, due mostly to a large dog who likes yarn. A lot. Sooo... aaah. Aren't you proud of me for not yelling at anyone or even crying? I know I am.
And then yesterday I got back home and had to finish my final project for my class this semester. It. Is. Done. I mean, I'm not totally satisfied, of course, but it is done enough and I have e-mailed it to my professor so I'm not allowed to think about it anymore. Right? I finished it this morning while making Death by Chocolate for a coworker's birthday. It was sort of a nice combination. I'll have to remember the "assemble elaborate dessert while typing madly" trick for next time.
So... it's done. I have no homework. I barely know what to do with myself. Other than go to work in a few minutes. (I took a half vacation day for the aforementioned baking/typing festival.) And clean my house. And, you know, think about the Christmas knitting I've been ignoring. I need to reread the "It" chapter of Yarn Harlot. But... later. When I get home from work. I'm going to try to focus on the "relief" for a few hours before "panicpanicpanic12daysleftPANICalready" sets in.
December 02, 2005
The invisible divide
Isn't it weird when real life friends become online friends and vice versa? Yeah. I mean, I'm used to meeting people online and then meeting them in person. We all know how that goes. But what happens when an in person friend starts a blog?
Well, first you start finding about things in odd ways. Like you read that she's going to ask you something before she actually asks. I'm not, of course, suggesting that she shouldn't have written it... but perhaps it would have been easier to kill two birds with one stone and ask me directly in the blog.
And then this thing happened to me last night that I was going to blog about, but I looked over and Erica already had. You should read her post, because boy, is the holiday season at the bookstore fun. And to whet your appetite, my new favorite quote:
What a customer said to me last night:
"Hey, can I get, like, a library card for here? Is this a library? Nah, this ain't no fucking library."
I kid you not.
November 25, 2005
Things I am thankful for this year...
* My family. They may drive me crazy, but I love them and I know they love me and that means a lot.
November 17, 2005
Just a few small requests:
1. The new coworker in the cube next to mine really does not need to talk to himself, randomly laugh vaguely maniacly, or sigh and/or moan at random times. Really.
2. It is getting toward the end of November. Will you get over this wishy-washy "Oh, maybe I'll rain or just fog up everything" thing and just snow already? Hint: This might be easier if you would also stop with the yo-yo temperatures.
3. I like working with the public. Really. I'm just not sure how many more times I can explain something as complex as, oh, alphabetical order or the fact that the bookstore has two floors or how, if you want a price changed, you do in fact have a "price issue" without attaching "you idiot" to the end of all of my sentences. Could we make everyone just a tad smarter?
4. You don't really want Christmas to be in fewer than 40 days. Really. How about an extra week or two? How do you expect me to get all this knitting done?
5. I'd also vaguely like to know how I ended up with two iPods in my desk, but hey, I'm not complaining.
6. Oh, yeah: Thanksgiving. Haven't I agonized over this enough already? Shouldn't it be over by now?
November 07, 2005
Dear readers: Need advice.
So. Humor me for a minute and imagine a hypothetical scenario, okay?
You are a manager at one of a big chain of stores. Someone who works at the sister store up the street stops by to see your new paint job, and you end up talking for a while. (You've met her once before, briefly, at the other store.) Somehow the conversation turns to Christmas shopping and she mentions that she's planning to knit most of the gifts she gives this year. (Shut UP. I said this was hypothetical.) You jokingly describe a scarf you'd been wanting.
If said scarf were to actually appear sometime around Christmas, would this be a fun surprise or just creepy? (Erica? Would interstore mail be a possibility, a la the socks? We could start a trend...)
Yes, I know I'm skewing the sample a bit by asking a group primarily composed of knitters. But I asked a group of non-knitters (yes, I do know a few) and, while they concluded that no, it was not creepy, they also all said things like "So are you trying to hit on this guy?" and "Is he cute?" And no, that hadn't even occurred to me. But yes, I guess he is cute, although I wasn't really paying attention to that at the time. He did seem nice and smart and fun to talk to.
So, basically, the non-knitters said to go for it, but be aware that it could come across as flirtatious. I suppose my question for you, dear readers, is threefold.
(Yes, I realize Erica, who also works at my store, will now undoubtedly proceed to tell me that she knows this guy and he's married or obnoxious or a psychopath or something. But psychopaths need scarves too, right?)
November 03, 2005
Can we call it "opting otherwise" instead?
So everyone has been up in arms about Maureen Dowd this week, and who am I to let a perfectly good bandwagon roll on by? A lot has already been said, better than I could say it, so I'll give you some links on Dowd's elitism and the truth behind Dowd's examples of "backlash" and how Dowd's "data" is questionable at best. And, before I get into my main point here, I'd like to say that my first reaction upon reading the article was that dear Maureen needs to get over herself. Maybe she'd have more romantic success if she, you know, tried being nice to people, or didn't make it quite so abundantly clear that she feels she is superior to everyone around her. I was also a bit unclear as to how Dowd would actually like women (or, for that matter, anyone) to behave, as she seems to disapprove of, well, everything.
But anyway. The part that most bothered me was her take on the whole concept of "opting out." To her credit, Dowd does admit that "to the extent that young women are rejecting the old idea of copying men and reshaping the world around their desires, it's exhilarating progress. But..." And, of course, there's a "but." It's exhilarating progess, but she doesn't like it. She sees it as spoiled, pampered women turning their backs on long-sought education and opportunities in favor of dependence on rich husbands. This strikes me as a narrow view, to say the least.
A little background, although you probably all know all this: I am currently single and self-supporting1. I work for a reasonably large corporation as well as a very large retail chain. I'm in grad school, ostensibly to become qualified to be a professional in a particular field. And, given the chance, I would (I think) "opt out" in a second. But I don't think but reasons are horrible and unfeminist.
1. First of all, corporate life really isn't that great. Theoretically, some people like it, but I haven't met many of those people, either male or female. Other than for reasons of job security, I really couldn't care less whether the company I work for makes money. This isn't the greatest motivation for trying to climb the corporate ladder. I'd rather be doing something I thought actually mattered, somehow.
So there are some of my reasons. Please note that "I want to be pampered and spoiled" was not among them.4 More importantly, though, I refuse to believe that corporate/business/career "success" is any more intrinsically valuable than raising children or knitting a sweater or baking fabulous cupcakes or, for that matter, fixing a car or playing a musical instrument. It's all a question of what you want to do and what makes you, not some ideal, happy and fulfilled. Dowd pays lip service to the idea that feminism is about having choices, but she clearly doesn't actually believe that any choice other than "the old idea of copying men" is a choice worth making.
October 12, 2005
I am now undoing all the data entry I did yesterday, because they gave me the wrong information. This is hours of work. And then I have to redo it all when they figure out the correct information. One of the people involved called to apologize, but really, couldn't they bring me chocolate or something? I was having a vaguely off day anyway. I don't feel good, but I have to be at work and then go to class. And work is being frustrating, and it's been raining for days, and I do like rain but enough is enough. And there could be some of what Cate is talking about going on, too. Actually, now that I reread Cate's entry, I'm identifying with a lot of it. Especially if you substitute "messy house" for "demon-possessed children." But yeah... cold/coughing, PMS, work frustration and overwhelmsion (WHAT is the correct form of that word? My brain is obviously gone at this point), contemplation of Big Life Changes, knitting frustration... check, check, check.
I'd like to say I'm going to go curl up in my comfy bed and drink tea and read and knit now, but, well, I can't. Which may be part of the problem.
Hope someone out there in Blogland is having a better day... send sunshine and cough drops.
October 09, 2005
Back to work.
Today I started working again at the bookstore where I worked from 2002-2004. I was there full time for about a year and a half, then part time for a while after I got my current full time job. I quit about a year ago, for various reasons, but I've regretted it ever since. So I finally reapplied, and today was my first day.
Yes, this is in addition to school and my full time job. Yes, I will be busy. But it think it will be worth it. Being back today just felt so right. I missed the books, the co-workers, even the chance to work with the public. When I was back there today with my name tag on, I felt like I was home.
... and hey, the discount doesn't exactly hurt either.
October 06, 2005
Are you sure it's not Friday?
Reasons why I think it's Friday:
1. This has been one of the longest weeks ever. You could tell me it was next Friday and I wouldn't be surprised.
January 27, 2005
There is a special place in hell...
reserved for the person who invented PowerPoint. Seriously. It is evil. I seem to have gotten to the point at which I hate it so much that I am incapable of understanding anything presented to me in PowerPoint. My brain shuts down and it just. Does. Not. Make. Sense.
Can you tell I've been in a meeting all afternoon?
On the other hand, I had never anticipated the feeling of pure joy that apparently can result from seeing an application that can copy data from one item onto another item. And search for more than one item at once. Amazing. I know I am probably making no sense here, but I am so darn ecstatic about this that this is the best I can do.