Office Politics

In a hypothetical situation last week, colleague A and B were witnessed by many others, being rather unprofessional. Colleague A (aka CA) knows a lot of things about the organisation that others do not, and Colleague B (aka CB) was keen to get the goss. CB met with CA to talk about it. They did this rather indiscreetly, in a full glass plated office, for all the office to see. It was obvious that there goss to be dished and it made all very uncomfortable and uneasy. Emails started flying between the uncomfortable ones (aka uncomfyones), asking what the hell was going on and how pathetic CA and CB were.

As it turns out, CA (back at desk) started to read one of the uncomfyones’ emails about the atmosphere CA and CB created. CA was pissed to the max. Sent out a rather harsh email and the pressures of their job and how the information they know, they didn’t want to be privy to.

Met with silence, the uncomfyones decided to avoid all contact and proceed to work. CA cracked it today (hypothetically, of course), demanded to meet with us. They were met with declines, which infuriated CA further. Meanwhile, as usual, CB is nowhere to be found. This is pretty normal, when the shit hits the fan, CB gets out of there.

Anyway, CA cracked it today. The uncomfyones do not like confrontation and CA does. Bad match, right? CA lost and did not get to yell and carry on. There were no indiscreet meetings with indiscreet discussions. There was no satisfaction given to CA.

You see, CA is young, 25 and young. Idealistic and full of themselves. They are an over-achiever. They want to be in the know. They believe they should be in the know.

CB is 30ish, a cad, boyish, conniving, selfish and egotistical. He grins and people bow down before him. He likes to know the gossip. He’s an old gossip.
See the attraction?

This is what life can be like in hypothetical land. Political, conniving and unfaithful. You realise that you cannot trust anyone. This is a bad realisation. It’s lonely, but it’s a motto that I have lived by ever since beginning work. There’s a lesson to be learnt from this experience. Be careful of who you speak to at work, don’t say too much and don’t say anything that you don’t want others to know. It’ll always get back to them.

Remember, emails have bcc, people have prying eyes and you don’t have to tell the caller on the other end of the line that there’s someone else in the room.

Cramped conditions, cramping my style

It would appear that my blog entries are quite sporadic and never particularly exciting, or uplifting. Truth be told, I haven’t felt 100% since before Christmas. It seems that I’ve suffered one thing after another and yes, it’s taking its toll on me mentally.

So if I don’t blog as often as I used to, it’s nothing personal. I just get sick of hearing the same moaning.

Currently I am afflicted with womanly issues which are compounded by estrogen tablets and painful cramps. Once I’m done with that, I’ll sit down and update with some photos of the painting we’ve managed to get done and whatever else I’ve been up to.

Really sick of

fucking coughing.

Have been coughing since February.

Doctor tells me without much testing (a lung capacity test) that I have a viral cough and she doesn’t know when it will go away.

Have been in bed for two hours and have woken myself up because of a nightmare, which turned into a coughing fit that has gone on for the last 30 minutes.

Why does viral always equate to - don’t want to give you any drugs for it?

Fucken sick of it. Cough means always tired, no sex, can’t sleep, sore throat, cough lollies, cough medicine, tissues, fatigued back, depression and futility.

I can deal with anything as long as there is a visible end.

Something to brighten your day

Giggle Pot

My day would have been better served sleeping in.

Humiliation at work, excited people screaming happy birthday to me. People I do not know. People I don’t see outside of work. Chocolate cake. Not so good. It should have been. Card with well meaning wishes.

ANZ presentation. All staff in organisation listening. Well meaning manager announces “special” day. More humiliation and embarrassment. Shrink off to lunch with friend whose birthday it is tomorrow. She understands. Had a good chat. Wandered back to work.

On table, a gift voucher and potted orchid from manager and colleague. Very sweet and a little overwhelming. Who spends $100 on someone they don’t know too well? It was very appreciated though.

Stumbled through the rest of the day with headphones.

Don’t feel older. This isn’t about age. Just not enthused about birthday celebrations like I once was. Part of me is pleased that many people forgot. That is fine.

Scored a heart-smart grill and a lovely JAG wallet from Glen, plus $50 from mum. Might score something else on the weekend from other.

Big hugs to the crazy chick in Sweden. Thanks for the morning b’day wishes. It was sweet Thanks to Di for never forgetting, no matter how much is on her mind

Can’t wait for Friday evening to arrive Sleep ins and relaxation, Greek dinners and voucher-spending.

31 aint a bad number. It kinda means nothing actually. I’m going to have trouble remembering it. 30 was much easier to remember.

This sick feeling in the pit of my stomach

I read this news article today and I have been forever scarred. I just can’t help but feel that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It upsets me so much. Words fail me.

All I can ask is what type of person does it take to do something like this? What sort of person do they live to be? How do they live with themselves? Do they think about it? Do they feel regret? Do they realise?

I’m too disturbed to say anything else. Truly, I could cry.

Very cute

Yesterday was just one of those days when I wished I hadn’t got out of bed.

I walked out of work yesterday afternoon, excited about the impending day off work in lieu of Anzac Day, jumped on my bike, turned the key and pressed the button. AND. NOTHING!

The bike had no juice in it. Nothing WHAT SO EVER!! It was dead. Done. Dusted. Nada! Nil! Zilch!

I called Glen in a panic. He’d been to the dentist earlier in the day and had a numb and impending sore mouth. In the end, after about an hour of ringing around to the various tow truck and bike shop operators who didn’t give a crap, we decided to call the RACV. That in itself was a debacle as my scooter was not listed in our member care. So, Glen had to pay $100 or whatever to get the bike listed and then RACV tells him that they won’t provide roadside assistance, but they will tow! Yay for me.  Finally, the tow truck operator arrived at about 7.30pm and tolerating a little grumpiness, I helped him load the bike onto the rather large flatbed truck. I arrived home around 8.30pm and we hauled the bike into the garage and collapsed inside the house.

I later discovered that I stupidly left the bike on Park. PARK! How does a freakin’ bike have a park switch on the ignition and why does one need it?! Apparently in park, the lights are left on park and the battery is subsequently drained of all life. I feel stupid. How does one not realise that there’s a park switch on her bike? How does one own the bike since November and avoid this drama until now?!

I still can’t believe how dense I was. Today, of course the bike’s battery has been charged and my baby is back to normal. Except, that during the towing, the tow truck driver had to tiedown my bike which meant applying pressure to plastic parts of the bike. As a result, the fuel cap cover has been damaged and I’ll probably need to replace it.

I should probably read the manual. That would be a good idea.

Anyway, it could be worse, right? Right.

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Home Improvements

Tiling!

Originally uploaded by Sams76.

Glen and I spent every single day of our Easter weekend focussed on finishing the crappy bits of our kitchen. The biggest hurdle was getting the tiler in to put the tiles on the walls. We’re very pleased with the end result and it looks awesome, as you can see.

This will be a brief entry, but what we managed to get done was:
* Paint the external door inside and out
* Paint the architraves and internal doors
* Cut pieces for the skirting boards and paint them
* Clean out the computer room and replace all the books that Aella and Midgy felt needed to be stowed under the bookshelf or behind it
* Mowed the back lawn
* Did all the washing
* Watched every episode of Lost, Heroes, Battlestar Galactica and Gilmore Girls

Really enjoyed my weekend. It felt productive and even though I was tired after it, I felt good.

More pictures later when I’ve got the camera software sorted on my machine. Glen had to blow away my laptop over the weekend and I just got it back tonight.