My green peppers are turning red. I’ve also (finally!) got a couple of fairly good sized ripe tomatoes, and have discovered that they are sweet. Like candy. Yum. And the texture is just amazing–fine-grained and juicy. I’ve been eating store-bought tomatoes for so long, I’d forgotten what a real tomato tasted like.
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.
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.
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.
This guy was actually hanging over the sidewalk, which was kind of exciting. Again, no face mask. Surely, it’s not a good idea to be breathing all that limestone dust. Not if you want to continue breathing, that is.
God only knows how long that ratty sign has been hanging above the microwave in the staff lounge. I don’t usually spend much time in in the lounge, but I walked through it this morning and decided I should document the sheer horribleness of this particular sign. Isn’t it awful?
My favorite doodling pen died today. Oh noes!
The sky to the north was dark and cloudy, but to the south, it briefly cleared up. The sun shining on the buildings across from the library was dazzling.
Big Brother rant ahoy!
Background for those who haven’t seen the show: A bunch of strangers are locked-down in a house, and they have to vote out one person each week. The last one standing wins. This week, Chima was Head of Household, so she nominated two people for eviction. Jeff was given the power to nullify those nominations and put up two people of his choosing. Chima got pissed off. Yes, I can understand being disappointed that your nominations weren’t going to stand, but if the tables were turned, she would have done the same thing as Jeff. It would have made no sense for Jeff not to use the power given to him. Not using it would have likely resulted in him being voted out of the house the following week, because Chima’s alliance was too large and strong. So Jeff did the smart thing and replaced Chima’s nominations with two people from Chima’s alliance. This resulted in St. Jesse the Bully being evicted. Good riddance!
Better than Jesse getting booted, though, was the wake that Jesse’s alliance threw for him after he left. As if the guy died! I laughed so hard that I gave myself asthma.
That is some damnfinegood television! They’re mourning a total douchebag and bully, someone who tried to stab all of them in the back at different times. I’m not sure which part is best.
And just let me say that Jordan seems about as sweet as can be. She reminds me of a friend from college who would be the first to admit that she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. In other ways, though, she’s brilliant, especially in her ability to read people. Funny as hell, too.
And o gross! I nearly choked when Lydia called Jesse “Mr. Pectacular.” That’s just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrongity-wrong, wrong, wrong.
Please to shut up now! Y’all have been talking in the back corner for almost a half hour, and it’s really starting to get on my nerves. Especially since I get the evil eye from above if I so much as stop to say hello to anyone.
red paper boat 