Smart People.
Aug. 9th, 2006 07:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pen_gruntDoes it ever occur to bosses that when they f*ck around with your job responsibilities, they shouldn't do it right before they go out of town for a week? I mean, I'm now sort of floundering in this, "I don't want to do anything, but I have to do everything," sort of space. So I'm sorta floating in job-no-man's land. It's a worse place than job-I-hate land (if that's even possible).
In other news, my boss made someone ELSE cry today. This makes me feel better, because it's not just me then. The OTHER boss mentioned--as I totally broke down in his office last week--that he used to make his co-workers cry all the time and he didn't know why.
Whew, it's not just me. I'm not really a crier, so I was starting to think I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown there. *shrug* Well, I may still be, but it's not because of the crying.
Yech.
At any rate, I survived Dallas yet again. The worst thing in the world (I've now decided) is feeling sick BEFORE you get on a plane, and knowing that you're going to have to board and spend 3+ hours in the air REALLY trying not to be nauseous. No place to lay down, no way to recline, crammed like a little sardine next to someone with really strong perfume, the only bathroom in the back (for us lowly people) having witnessed someone exploding in it earlier and therefore being vomit-inducing for even those people that felt okay to begin with.
The bonus was that I apparently looked so pathetic that the flight attendants didn't bother to tell me to put my "seats and tray tables in their upright and locked position", nor did they make an issue about my carry-on stuff being sort of sprawled about me instead of under the seat like I was supposed to have it.
Alright, time to drum up the motivation to do something.
Methinks carrot sticks will help.
In other news, my boss made someone ELSE cry today. This makes me feel better, because it's not just me then. The OTHER boss mentioned--as I totally broke down in his office last week--that he used to make his co-workers cry all the time and he didn't know why.
Whew, it's not just me. I'm not really a crier, so I was starting to think I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown there. *shrug* Well, I may still be, but it's not because of the crying.
Yech.
At any rate, I survived Dallas yet again. The worst thing in the world (I've now decided) is feeling sick BEFORE you get on a plane, and knowing that you're going to have to board and spend 3+ hours in the air REALLY trying not to be nauseous. No place to lay down, no way to recline, crammed like a little sardine next to someone with really strong perfume, the only bathroom in the back (for us lowly people) having witnessed someone exploding in it earlier and therefore being vomit-inducing for even those people that felt okay to begin with.
The bonus was that I apparently looked so pathetic that the flight attendants didn't bother to tell me to put my "seats and tray tables in their upright and locked position", nor did they make an issue about my carry-on stuff being sort of sprawled about me instead of under the seat like I was supposed to have it.
Alright, time to drum up the motivation to do something.
Methinks carrot sticks will help.
