you're not the boss of me!
Friday, June 30, 2006
Not a fan...
I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I am working on this assessment with a consultant and another manager this week. I hate my job.
Day 1 went pretty smoothly. Manager apparently likes to eat a LOT for breakfast (I'm talking sandwich, coffee, muffin, and fruit) and loves to eat while driving. I mean is his Egg and Cheese really more important than my life? His stomach may not notice the swerving he does on the road, but I sure do!
Day 2 was pretty horrible. We needed to be at a client site at 6:30 AM!!!!!!!! I don't even wake up that early on a normal day. Against my wishes, we planned to leave our hotel at 5:30 in the morning (again I would be sleeping on any given day at this time). What time does the rest of my team show up to the lobby though? 5:45 - 6:00 AM. Little Kripsie was stuck sitting on the couch like a mofo waiting for them. Sigh.
It gets better.
I am not one of those people who hate the morning - you know the cranky ones that you are scared to talk to. But at 5:30 am? Is it really necessary to talk? Is it necessary to be polite? Is it necessary to be nice when you have been duped into waking up early while everyone else got a couple extra minutes of sleep? I THINK NOT. But of course, I get multiple comments on how I am NOT a morning person and how cranky/scary I appeared to be.
Yes butthead, you saying all this to me is going to cheer me right up. Let me tell you, it's FRIDAY and I am still hearing about how I was on Tuesday morning. I don't understand - me not speaking and wanting to sit in the backseat of the car now does NOT mean I am the new daughter of Satan set out to destroy the world.
To specify, most of my animosity is going towards this bozo manager who I have deemed not worthy of my smiles (I wonder if he can tell my fake smile apart from the real deal). My consultant friend knows when to leave me be but this manager, I hope he doesn't experience my full wrath.
All in all I have been working my butt off this week. Let's hope manager realizes that he's annoying and doesn't bring much to the table but bad jokes and swervy driving.
Day 1 went pretty smoothly. Manager apparently likes to eat a LOT for breakfast (I'm talking sandwich, coffee, muffin, and fruit) and loves to eat while driving. I mean is his Egg and Cheese really more important than my life? His stomach may not notice the swerving he does on the road, but I sure do!
Day 2 was pretty horrible. We needed to be at a client site at 6:30 AM!!!!!!!! I don't even wake up that early on a normal day. Against my wishes, we planned to leave our hotel at 5:30 in the morning (again I would be sleeping on any given day at this time). What time does the rest of my team show up to the lobby though? 5:45 - 6:00 AM. Little Kripsie was stuck sitting on the couch like a mofo waiting for them. Sigh.
It gets better.
I am not one of those people who hate the morning - you know the cranky ones that you are scared to talk to. But at 5:30 am? Is it really necessary to talk? Is it necessary to be polite? Is it necessary to be nice when you have been duped into waking up early while everyone else got a couple extra minutes of sleep? I THINK NOT. But of course, I get multiple comments on how I am NOT a morning person and how cranky/scary I appeared to be.
Yes butthead, you saying all this to me is going to cheer me right up. Let me tell you, it's FRIDAY and I am still hearing about how I was on Tuesday morning. I don't understand - me not speaking and wanting to sit in the backseat of the car now does NOT mean I am the new daughter of Satan set out to destroy the world.
To specify, most of my animosity is going towards this bozo manager who I have deemed not worthy of my smiles (I wonder if he can tell my fake smile apart from the real deal). My consultant friend knows when to leave me be but this manager, I hope he doesn't experience my full wrath.
All in all I have been working my butt off this week. Let's hope manager realizes that he's annoying and doesn't bring much to the table but bad jokes and swervy driving.
