emergency dance party
Jun. 25th, 2010 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Standing for 8 hours is really getting old. Doesn't really matter what shoes I wear. I guess I'm glad it's busy. I'm mostly just tired though.
Volunteered to work a partial sixth day tomorrow. Don't know why I'm such an idiot. At least I'm paid hourly. Hurrah. Don't think I get any vacation, but, hey. I could use a bit more money than I have. Who couldn't? I mean, i really could. But I try not to think about it.
i fixed my iPhone by doing what they said not to do. if it breaks again, I know how they fixed it. Meanwhile I have time to manually back up the important things. I was overjoyed when I realized my old noises were back. I didn't realize how important that was to me.
Last night I went rollerskating down by the river. I went rollerskating by myself. Z went walking, but wouldn't put his skates on. I protested it was more effort to walk, but he disagreed. I also got an hour-long nap, which I hadn't realized I needed. Don't know which one made me happier today, but I was in a much better mood today.
Until I realized a coworker had taken in an order for a service we didn't provide, with a short deadline, for a ludicrously low price, and left it without telling anyone who was working today about it. She came in this morning, to our meeting of everybody, and sat through the manager's explanation that we were doing an awful lot of bad communication and pricing things wrong and neglecting to tell employees in the next shift when something was due etc., and she sat there and nodded, and then left, still neglecting to tell anyone about the job that was sitting by the computer unmarked, in the literal stack of other work due next week that we were chugging steadily through. Our first clue about it was when the person came in for it. And flipped her shit, because it wasn't done. And it's not something we do. I considered, very seriously, phoning the offending coworker and screaming at her in the heat of the moment. Because what the fuck.
But I didn't, and now I'm stewing over whether to send her a FB message. Because of course we're both on FB. Because what the fuck. I'd be moderately to majorly annoyed anyway, but after having sat with her through this whole meeting, about an hour long, devoted to precisely this, I am truly livid. Because at the end of the meeting this girl called us out for being mean and picking on her, and I really really bit my tongue not to point out that a) we pick on everyone, and b) the way to solve the issue of people not liking you is not to yell at them for it, but rather to, you know, maybe think about why they don't like you and, I don't know, maybe not do that anymore? And I was feeling a little guilty, because I've given up on wasting time being nicey-nice to this girl, but then shit like this happens every time I feel bad about it.
Grah. Hulk smash. I am going to go eat a wonderful dinner prepared by my wonderful Z, and not think about work for about 12 hours. Then I'm going back there. Because there is something wrong with me. And also I want no guilt about taking all of War Week and some of Setup Week off for Pennsic.
Volunteered to work a partial sixth day tomorrow. Don't know why I'm such an idiot. At least I'm paid hourly. Hurrah. Don't think I get any vacation, but, hey. I could use a bit more money than I have. Who couldn't? I mean, i really could. But I try not to think about it.
i fixed my iPhone by doing what they said not to do. if it breaks again, I know how they fixed it. Meanwhile I have time to manually back up the important things. I was overjoyed when I realized my old noises were back. I didn't realize how important that was to me.
Last night I went rollerskating down by the river. I went rollerskating by myself. Z went walking, but wouldn't put his skates on. I protested it was more effort to walk, but he disagreed. I also got an hour-long nap, which I hadn't realized I needed. Don't know which one made me happier today, but I was in a much better mood today.
Until I realized a coworker had taken in an order for a service we didn't provide, with a short deadline, for a ludicrously low price, and left it without telling anyone who was working today about it. She came in this morning, to our meeting of everybody, and sat through the manager's explanation that we were doing an awful lot of bad communication and pricing things wrong and neglecting to tell employees in the next shift when something was due etc., and she sat there and nodded, and then left, still neglecting to tell anyone about the job that was sitting by the computer unmarked, in the literal stack of other work due next week that we were chugging steadily through. Our first clue about it was when the person came in for it. And flipped her shit, because it wasn't done. And it's not something we do. I considered, very seriously, phoning the offending coworker and screaming at her in the heat of the moment. Because what the fuck.
But I didn't, and now I'm stewing over whether to send her a FB message. Because of course we're both on FB. Because what the fuck. I'd be moderately to majorly annoyed anyway, but after having sat with her through this whole meeting, about an hour long, devoted to precisely this, I am truly livid. Because at the end of the meeting this girl called us out for being mean and picking on her, and I really really bit my tongue not to point out that a) we pick on everyone, and b) the way to solve the issue of people not liking you is not to yell at them for it, but rather to, you know, maybe think about why they don't like you and, I don't know, maybe not do that anymore? And I was feeling a little guilty, because I've given up on wasting time being nicey-nice to this girl, but then shit like this happens every time I feel bad about it.
Grah. Hulk smash. I am going to go eat a wonderful dinner prepared by my wonderful Z, and not think about work for about 12 hours. Then I'm going back there. Because there is something wrong with me. And also I want no guilt about taking all of War Week and some of Setup Week off for Pennsic.
