Daily Archives: July 30, 2007

bean spilling

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I am naively, unreliably, cautimistic.

We finally have Words From Above regarding our impending Real Boy Status. August 1st is the big day, the day when our little Space Station worker bees graduate from mere puppets to real life flesh boys.

Except for me. Oh, didn’t I mention that part?

There are some people in our station who will be designated as Consultants, and I am one of them. What does this mean?

  • I lose my desk – as of next week, I work from home
  • I lose my computer, too – the laptop stays here
  • Still no benefits, vacation time or sick days
  • .. but I get a 20% increase in pay
  • I am being moved to project work for real this time
  • I no longer report to the Space President or even the Space Vice President; I report to the guy with the money
  • This change is being made because of “personality conflicts”
  • The large ass marble from my previous post is moot, because Lucrezia will more than likely be moved back from her fancy role into my support job as I take on more projects
  • Snerk
  • I got a significant bonus that is going to buy toys

I’ve known about the bonus for a while, but given my history of naively believing the things people tell me, I didn’t want to do a dance for fear of jinxing it. I was handed the cheque today (along with my paycheque), so I think it is safe to spill the beans – and spill I will. Bonus! Yay, bonus! Frivolous spending, here I come!

So, I’m cautiously optimistic. Maybe this will work out? I do enjoy random money, and I will enjoy more money as well. Working from home will be interesting, and the random people who marble my ass will be mere MSN pop ups on a screen. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’ll stick around for the ride. After all, they just gave me free money. Sweeeeeeet.

I will use some of it to buy myself some lunch!

monday mulligan

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I don’t like today. Today has not started out very good, and I would like to request a do-over.

Currently marbling up my ass:

  • I didn’t sleep for longer than 20 minutes out of every hour last night
  • I was awoken this morning around 5am by some extremely strong cigarette smoke coming in our bedroom window
  • Talkie guy is whispering to himself non-stop
  • .. except when he’s trying to talk to me about stupid things
  • We accidentally bounced two things this past weekend, because of some cheques that someone had been sitting on and just decided to cash
  • Payday isn’t until tomorrow (we got paid early!)
  • And, the worst one of all:

At the Space Station, I manage a specific area that pertains to our overall work. Let’s call it .. Space Domains. Yes, I manage the Space Domains; registering and maintaining them for all our clients. I have a database. It has many informations, including the various registrars I use, the account login names and their passwords. It is a handy file. I keep it updated.

Someone – let’s call her Lucrezia – decided she needed to alter one of the Space Domains I manage. I’m not sure how, since she claims to not have a copy of my handy file, but she successfully logged into the account and proceeded to change the account information to have all information regarding the Space Domains I manage to be sent to her.

Now I can’t log in to do my job. I asked her why – she won’t answer me. I tell her to send me the information – she won’t do it. “I’ll get it to you tomorrow”, she says. Since I’d rather like to do my job, this won’t work. I finally get her to agree to reset the account email, so I can reset the password. She reluctantly agrees – then doesn’t do it, and goes running off to the Space President.

Something is up. I do not trust Lucrezia, or the Space President. I don’t give a flying fuck about the idiotic office politics that seem to be going on; I just want to do my motherfucking job. I am extremely pissed off about all this; it’s underhanded and so very unnecessary. I keep the file for a reason. If you need a change, I’ll make it for you. If I can’t do it, I’ll give you the login so you can do it yourself. Changing the account information so only YOU can access the records? That’s just fucked up. Back the fuck off, Lucrezia. You do your job, and let me do mine.

Also, Talkie Guy needs to shut the fuck up; Visitor Guy needs to start his job already and stop hogging our Space Testing Station; and I need a new job.