A day like any other…I woke up late, made coffee, got in a rush too much to actually drink any of it.  Got to the bus with minutes to spare.  Got to work in time to make coffee (again) and have Mr. Boss tell me my negative count (I know you probably don’t know what that means, but think negative = bad, more negatives = more bad).

Had a nice chat with asst. Boss.  Verdict:  I must assert my authority.  I didn’t think I had any – oops.  I guess I do, at least a little.  To the point where I’m able to correct people who are screwing with my negatives…ha.  Ok, more to the extent that I can correct people who are having a negative impact on my inventory.  I wish I could do that in “real” life sometimes…ah well.

Um…got some ugly-ass fake-furry black cowboy-boot slippers, using mom birthday money.  Happy birthday to me. My way of staying young, maybe?  Slippers suitable for a brain-damaged 8-year old.  But I like them.

What else. Oh yeah!

I am reminded every now and then that I haven’t quite gotten past the crap from the past.  When people are tense or angry around me, I do the same thing I have always done: freeze up and wait for the boom to drop.  Now, no “boom” has really dropped in several years, but I still find myself waiting for it.  As much as I’d like to think I’m a fighter, I’m really more of a deer-in-headlights kind of person.  Unless I get angry myself…then I’m likely to fight even when it’s really ill-advised.  Fortunately it doesn’t happen that often.

I guess that’s it.  Time to go to bed, only 44 minutes left of my birthday anyway. 42 – I got distracted.

Good night.

New Kitten:

As-yet Un-named Kitten

Sister got married:

What Vegas Wedding is complete without Elvis?

New shitty attitude:

New Goal:  Get whatever I need from work with my discount before I go ballistic and make them SUFFER by leaving them with no one there who knows how to do my job.

It was Friday! Then I took a nap after work and I feel like it’s Saturday after a night with a nap’s worth of sleep.

Anyway. My work situation really hasn’t changed dramatically. I got a reply from the high-muckety muck I’d written, apparently they were aware of most of it but not all. And not from anyone on the ground, so to speak. It said that they were working with the boss on it, and that’s good. It also said that our staffing was in direct correlation to our sales…that part I took exception to. My final reply was to explain what everyone on the “lower” level seems to think is obvious: Sales won’t improve by keeping the sales floor empty of sales people.

Anyway – that little drama is passing. The subject of my email was gone all week until today, so it will be next week before I can start tracking any change. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy my weekend.

or we shall most assuredly hang separately.

Time will tell if we will hang together…but I’ve been given reason to hope that I’ll have the support of my co-workers if things get ugly.

I sent off my long-winded, carefully worded email this morning. Coincidentally, the person who is the subject of the email is not in most of this week. Not so coincidentally, we got much more done and with much better attitudes.

I ended up sending the email to two of the “big” bosses. I got a quick response from one of them, saying thanks for the comments. Again, time will tell.

I may have made things very difficult for myself.

How to hang yourself, step 1

send out the dogs.

Tonight, I wrote a long email to the boss of my boss. I didn’t like doing it, but it was needed. The last few weeks have been nothing less than a clusterfuck, and everyone is about to snap. I won’t bore you with details (like I did in the email), but it’s really a mess. Like an explosion at a silly string factory.

So. Wish me luck, and all that good stuff. Because I know that at some point the email will work its way back to my boss, who is the subject of the email. And writing it anonymously is pointless – I’m the only one who does the job in question. I just gotta bite the bullet and buck up and step up to the plate and take one for the team. But I don’t have to like it.