Today was one of those days in my triangle when nothing seemed to go right...
The Big Cheese, like many "important" men, is unable to maintain his own work calendar. I've never understood this, as I would hate the idea of putting my time in the hands of someone else who doesn't really understand what I do. At BCFG, it is K's job to maintain the Big Cheese's calendar, however yesterday K wasn't there and the Big Cheese needed to have about a million things scheduled and told me to schedule them. Apparently (although I don't really see how), I did it wrong and I was chewed out by K on several occasions**. To make matters worse, Will overheard everything and echoed what K was saying. A younger me would have snapped back with a "The Big Cheese told me to do this and you weren't here--what was I supposed to do?" The mature me just said okay and didn't fight an argument that I was bound to lose. To make things worse apparently sending Will an email, talking to him, and writing him a note about something isn't giving him enough information and he got mad at me later in the day. Again, I was an adult and took it. I'm storing all these things up for sometime when I can bring it up with Mr. X.
In other news...our intern seems to be following the K dress code. On Monday she wore orangey/peach jean type pants that stopped at the ankles(but weren't cropped--the length was weird), black pumps, a gold sequined tank top, and a white cotton jacket. With the exception of the black shoes she looked incredibly cool (and I felt really old), however when did sequins become appropriate for the work place, even if you are in college? I think I'm going to make myself a little tin foil badge that says "Fashion Police," although I'm sure that K and Intern would say that I'm extremely unqualified for that position.
*I've been wanting to use this as a title for a long time. It doesn't really go that well with today, but I decided to use it anyway.
**In the spirit of full disclosure, K did apologize the first time that she did this to me, but not the many, many occasions that came after it.
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