Category: Crankypantsing

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Saturday Road Report

Shelly

On this morning’s trip to Unionville, I was behind dude on a motorcycle, no helmet, driving along while talking on a cell phone. Thankfully, he did not Darwin himself in front of me.

On the evening trip, I was behind a Corvette that went 35mph the whole way. The speed limit in that area is 45mph. Tell me, what is the use of having a fancy-schmancy sports car if you’re going to drive 10mph under the speed limit? I mean, it’s not like it was snowing or even raining. The road conditions were Just Fine. WTF?

Leaving work this afternoon (yes, I had to work on a holiday weekend), traffic was backed up in the east-bound lane of 10th street from the bypass to Eigenmann. On a Saturday! And Target was only slightly less busy this weekend than it was last weekend.

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Photo of the Day

Shelly

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African Violet Bud

That’s all I’ve got today, which is probably a good thing. I managed to sign my lease renewal form on the wrong line (called and was told, “Everybody does that!” Um, maybe you should redesign the form if “everybody” finds it confusing?), I couldn’t get through to the vet’s office (I need to make sub-q fluids appointments for the cat I’m sitting for this month, but all their phone lines were tied up), and I forgot to stop at the PO for stamps on my way home. I am apparently brain dead, and I can’t even blame it on being zoned out on allergy meds, because I forgot them at home.

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Staff Meeting Doodle

Shelly

Staff Meeting Doodle
ballpoint and gel pen in steno pad
9 x 6 inches

We had a longer-than-usual meeting today, so I was able to add quite a bit to the last doodle. The second half of the meeting covered the aftermath of the personnel-and-budget-crisis-collide clusterfuck. The good news is, everyone will be keeping their jobs; the bad news is that positions that have been vacated will not be filled. Thank you, Mitch Daniels!

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Morning Sun

Shelly

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Thankfully, no one came into the staff lounge while I was lying in the middle of the floor, taking this photo.

In other news, the kids are flooding back into town. I stopped at Target on the way home to pick up cat litter, and the store was a circus. And because some jeenyous is in charge of scheduling, there weren’t anywhere near enough check-out lanes open. An errand that normally takes 10 minutes took closer to 30.

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Good Times

Shelly

We’re having an extra long staff meeting tomorrow. I wonder if we are going to collectively get our hands slapped for being little chatterboxes, and if so, whether or not I’ll be allowed to skip those particular festivities, since I’ve already had more than my fair portion. I wouldn’t want to be greedy, after all.

I stayed home sick on Monday, and my boss asked me this morning if I’d skipped work because I was upset with her. Srsly. That she would assume that it’s all about here is mind boggling. Not to mention that, if I were still angry on Monday, after getting in trouble the previous Wednesday, why would I suddenly be unangry enough on Tuesday to come back to work? The mind boggles.

And now, I think it’s time for some gratuitous flower pictures.

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Crankypants Ahoy!

Shelly

No one else got a nastygram from on high, so apparently I was talking to myself. Not that I would ever wish for any of my coworkers to get into trouble, but it seems a bit unfair to be singled out, when I know for damned sure that, if I was indeed talking too much, I was TALKING WITH SOMEONE.

I’m seriously tempted to leave early. I’m that irritated.

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OFFS

Shelly

You have got to be kidding me! I just got reprimanded for talking too much. WTF? No, I do not talk a lot. In fact, I’ve been criticized in just about every annual review for not being social enough with my coworkers. I am constantly getting comments from higher-ups that I am too fucking quiet[1]. So when I finally do take a few minutes to chit chat quietly with a coworker, I get nailed for it.

How on earth does that make sense?

What’s really pissing me off, though, is that just about everyone on this floor talks, loudly and at length. It’s distracting. I get that, believe me, and I have no intention of being part of the problem. But why aren’t those people getting reprimanded for talking too much? Because they’ve all been here for 20-30 years, and either their supervisors are afraid of them or they are too chummy with them to say anything. I’ve only been here eight years, though, so I’m “new” and therefore low dog on the kicking list.

That is some kind of Catch-22, I’ll tell you whut.

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1. Srsly. Both the head of cataloging (who sits next to me, and who was the one who made the complaint to my direct supervisor about my talking yesterday!) and the head of tech services have repeatedly commented that they can never tell that I’m here, because I never make any noise.

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At Work

Shelly

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Since I was already distracted by the dangling worker outside my window, I thought I’d waste some more time today, taking photos of my messy desk. It is not, however, one of the messiest desks on the floor, and thank goodness for that. I would have a nervous breakdown if I were stuck in some of my coworkers’ cubicles. We’re talking stacks of paper teetering and falling to the floor. And this is after the supposed “clean up” week.