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jenny_wrenI had a week off from work in which I did nothing but be happy that I wasn't in purgatory at work. Apparently, from the stories that I've heard from shell shocked employees, I picked a good week not to be there. There is no such thing as a "good" week at work anymore but I've been assured by many people including the store manager, that this one was in a class of suck by itself. Hooray for dodging bullets!
I was proud of Squeeboss* for actually remembering that I was on vacation. The last vacation that I took, I received 8 e-mails from him assigning me different tasks as well as various requests to come find him to talk. This was after I told him repeatedly that I was on vacation and after I sent him a reminder via e-mail before I left. Squeeboss is silly. This time around, the only e-mails I got from him were duplicates of e-mails that other people sent me during the week. I swear, you can't be a member of management unless you fail at reading e-mail headers. I routinely recieve 2-3 copies of every e-mail sent to me and at least one additional copy will be printed out by someone else and handed to me.
My cat Squee, not to be confused with Squeeboss, is punishing me for returning to work. He's ignoring me. I know this by the way he keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure that I notice that he's ignoring me. I told him that I had to go out and hunt the Kibble** but he doesn't care. Spud only cares long enough to be certain that I feed him and then goes off and ignores me. However he does this every day whether or not I stay home so the Spud unit is operating normally.
It's going to take at least a week to sort of catch up on all the things that didn't get done while I was gone. Still, it was nice to get away for a while. Have I mentioned that I really hate my job?
Oh, and I'm really hoping that no one has tried to call in the last few days. Yesterday, Frank noticed that our phone was sitting there dead. It might explain why we recieved no calls over the past few days. I'm thinking that the phone's battery needs replaced.
Also, I had a really hard time going to sleep last night and am currently running on 2 hours of sleep. Somehow, I believe that this has a bearing on today's post.
*I refer to my supervisor as Squeeboss becuase, in many ways, he's like my cat Squee. He is easily distracted, confused and has the memory retention of a piece of lint. Also like Squee, he gives you a blank-eyed stare everytime you try to hold a conversation with him. He doesn't have any of Squee's good points though and I have no desire whatsoever to rub his tummy and give him treats. Also, he is somewhat of a pompous ass. I am deathly afraid that one day at work, I will slip and refer to my supervisor as Squeeboss out loud. I really wouldn't care to explain to him why.
**I once read somewhere that when you leave for work, your pet cat assumes that you've gone off to hunt food for them. I have no idea how the author of that article can substantiate their claim. If you polled 100 cats and asked them what they thought their humans were doing when they left for the day, 34 would ignore you, 27 would playfully try to shred your pant leg, 18 would tell you to go f*ck yourself, 12 would cough up a hairball on your shoe and 9 would sit in the middle of the floor and lick their crotches.
However, if the above assumption were correct, it would somewhat explain the god complex that a cat typically has. It would be easy for a cat to assume that they are so amazingly awesome that they don't have to lift a paw to contribute anything useful about the house; their human peons do it all. Also, the thought of my cats believing that I hunt and kill every little piece of kibble that they eat amuses me. Therefore, when I come home from work, I often tell my cats that I am back from hunting their kibble.
I was proud of Squeeboss* for actually remembering that I was on vacation. The last vacation that I took, I received 8 e-mails from him assigning me different tasks as well as various requests to come find him to talk. This was after I told him repeatedly that I was on vacation and after I sent him a reminder via e-mail before I left. Squeeboss is silly. This time around, the only e-mails I got from him were duplicates of e-mails that other people sent me during the week. I swear, you can't be a member of management unless you fail at reading e-mail headers. I routinely recieve 2-3 copies of every e-mail sent to me and at least one additional copy will be printed out by someone else and handed to me.
My cat Squee, not to be confused with Squeeboss, is punishing me for returning to work. He's ignoring me. I know this by the way he keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure that I notice that he's ignoring me. I told him that I had to go out and hunt the Kibble** but he doesn't care. Spud only cares long enough to be certain that I feed him and then goes off and ignores me. However he does this every day whether or not I stay home so the Spud unit is operating normally.
It's going to take at least a week to sort of catch up on all the things that didn't get done while I was gone. Still, it was nice to get away for a while. Have I mentioned that I really hate my job?
Oh, and I'm really hoping that no one has tried to call in the last few days. Yesterday, Frank noticed that our phone was sitting there dead. It might explain why we recieved no calls over the past few days. I'm thinking that the phone's battery needs replaced.
Also, I had a really hard time going to sleep last night and am currently running on 2 hours of sleep. Somehow, I believe that this has a bearing on today's post.
*I refer to my supervisor as Squeeboss becuase, in many ways, he's like my cat Squee. He is easily distracted, confused and has the memory retention of a piece of lint. Also like Squee, he gives you a blank-eyed stare everytime you try to hold a conversation with him. He doesn't have any of Squee's good points though and I have no desire whatsoever to rub his tummy and give him treats. Also, he is somewhat of a pompous ass. I am deathly afraid that one day at work, I will slip and refer to my supervisor as Squeeboss out loud. I really wouldn't care to explain to him why.
**I once read somewhere that when you leave for work, your pet cat assumes that you've gone off to hunt food for them. I have no idea how the author of that article can substantiate their claim. If you polled 100 cats and asked them what they thought their humans were doing when they left for the day, 34 would ignore you, 27 would playfully try to shred your pant leg, 18 would tell you to go f*ck yourself, 12 would cough up a hairball on your shoe and 9 would sit in the middle of the floor and lick their crotches.
However, if the above assumption were correct, it would somewhat explain the god complex that a cat typically has. It would be easy for a cat to assume that they are so amazingly awesome that they don't have to lift a paw to contribute anything useful about the house; their human peons do it all. Also, the thought of my cats believing that I hunt and kill every little piece of kibble that they eat amuses me. Therefore, when I come home from work, I often tell my cats that I am back from hunting their kibble.
