Before I begin, take some time to enjoy these Awkward Halloween Photos.
I am really irritated at The Godfather. He is rarely in the office, so usually I am just bothered by the burning sensation of his powerful cologne as he walks past my triangle, but now he is on my list.
It's review season in my triangle. I think I spend about 75% of my time working on reviews, which is boring, repetitive, and frequently nerve-wracking work. I provide reviews for three people, and while this quarter I have done a better job of scheduling, I'm still working within a really tight time frame. Putting reviews together takes up a very small space in my brain, so this morning while I was working I was thinking about how I miss thinking--critical thinking. I don't get to problem-solve any more and I miss that. (I was also practicing vocal runs from a Handel piece that I've been working on--there was lots of extra room in my head.) I've always had an extremely good memory, which applied to work and the rest of my life, but I feel like that's slipping away because my brain is used so rarely. I'm not sure how to tell my employer that I can do so much more. I overhear phone calls and want to say "call on me--I know the answer," and I do try and work in my answers as much as possible, but frequently people just forget I'm there. Or see me as their review-machine.
This brings us to The Godfather. He needs a review tomorrow and he's not going to be very happy, but I don't think that he is going to get it. In our system, the client that he's wanting me to review doesn't exist. I've reminded him of this several times--if I don't have the data, I can't pull the review stuff. Right now we are basically out of time for most of the pieces. This is so frustrating because I don't want it to reflect badly on me when it's not my fault. I'm not really sure how to tattle tale on one of my superiors. I've never been late with a review (frequently having to work late to put them out), but I can't do stuff without him in the office and HE'S NEVER THERE*.
ARGH!!!
Also today, The Godfather was wearing a lavender sweater that looked like it came from the ladies department at Macy's. What is up with lavender? First the Department of Labor is using it for their slides, then The Godfather is wearing it.
Watch out for tomorrow--there may be some kind of show down. I'd bet on me though--especially against men who wear lavender.
*Yes, I did mean to yell there.
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