And now the area around my desk is all gross and dirty from my shoes. I feel like PigPen from Peanuts. The worst part? There are no janitors for this area right now (until we move?), so I know it's going to stay like this until we move and possibly then some.
My shoes are so muddy from the walk from the bus stop to work. It's a very short walk, but there is no sidewalk. It was snowing a little as I walked it.
And now the area around my desk is all gross and dirty from my shoes. I feel like PigPen from Peanuts. The worst part? There are no janitors for this area right now (until we move?), so I know it's going to stay like this until we move and possibly then some. Um, okay, so mostly she's *my* assistant. I mean, she's also the receptionist, she orders the office supplies and she books travel for everyone. I would say 90% of the time when she has something to do here, it's to do with the function of her job which is to assist me.
I missed one day of work. And so I missed the announcement that today is her last day. I just found out randomly from someone else that I am about to be orderer of office supplies. I might even be about to get "answering the phones" added to my list of job responsibilities again. I am definitely going to have to sort my own advices. The economy being what it is, somehow I think since the replacement for the girl who used to be in my office comes in two weeks and she is so qualified, we aren't going to be replacing my assistant. And I just found out. This totally cements my theory that male coworker hates me. That's fair though cause I don't really think much of him either.... I just can't believe no one mentioned it to me. "you do know today is her last day right?" "no" "oh." "hey, how did I miss that today is her last day? [expecting shock at the news]" "yeah that's right you weren't here last friday." "oh." She was terrible at her job, there wasn't much we could trust her to do, but I generally managed to find an hour or two's worth of copying and sorting for her every day. Now I am going to have to find time to do that on my own. I just can't believe no one told me. I wonder if she was fired, laid off, or quit??? [edited to add! and oh the filing! I am going to have to do my own filing. Ugh.] Last night I tried to go out and shop for a new motherboard. I then learned that there are approximately two computer stores in this city. I am sure there are more, but I don't know where they are or how reliable they are. So, I went to the first one and they said they were out of motherboards. Well, first I had to deal with my personal fear of talking to strangers and then I was told they are out of motherboards. So, I couldn't even get a price quote. They just kept asking if I wanted to buy some barebones system with a processor, RAM, power supply and case as well as a motherboard. I have all those things. I just need a motherboard, thanks. They told me to try at this other store which would be open today from 9 - 6.
So, this afternoon if I get off of work early enough, I will be hopping over to this other computer store and pricing motherboards. I don't think I want to actually buy anything until after Waste is gone, given what happened to my last two motherboards (that being he destroyed one in a fit of rage and accidentally killed the other). I sent NotBoyAnymore an e mail. I am weak. It was short, just a simple, "Okay, you''ve left me hanging. What's it going to be? Are we still friends or not?" cause I can't take a hint. How will it be determined when Waste is leaving? Oh, he'll get a phone call. They are going to call him. When I suggest that he call them he balks. How he is getting to Columbus will be discussed when they call. If I were his grandparents, I wouldn't ever call. I'd want him to call me to show some initiative before I came and took him away to work for me. Apparently that's not how they work though. It makes me nervous, thinking that perhaps they won't ever call and he'll refuse to call and I'll be stuck with him some more... My left ring finger is a disaster. When I was three years old, I shut my hand in the hinge of the kitchen door. The whole thing was completely gross. The bone came through the skin. I had surgery to have the tendon reattached and the bones put back together.
Then one night I was playing with my cousin and he accidentally ripped off the cast, taking out the needle. When Mom called the doctor, they said that it was too late and let's just leave it be. My finger has a scar on it from the surgery larger than some appendectomy scars I have seen. It runs in an S shape the entire middle section of the finger. Since then I have had almost no movement in the top joint. It's stuck bent at a like 45* angle. Over the years, it has gotten straighter and straighter and I have gotten more and more motion back. It still doesn't move a lot, almost 20 years later, but it moves. When I was in high school, it got slammed between two desks. Now the nail has a 90* bend in one side. That makes it very difficult to grow a fingernail of any legnth or paint the nail. What I want to know is how other people tell left from right. I mean, I've been able to tell since I was three, but only because there's one finger on my left hand that I can't bend. My sister can't tell the difference at all (except that "the passenger is always right" in the car). Also, if I ever get engaged, I wonder if everyone who looks at my ring will grimace at the finger like they do now when they notice. I've fielded questions about it since I was three. What's wrong with your finger? Doesn't it move? Why does it have that big curve in the nail? There's a reason to get married... so I can study the reaction people have to my ring finger..... From an Actual Conversation
Mom'sBoyfriend: Hey! Look! A [some long name for a bird]? Mom: Where? Mom'sBoyfriend: Over there in that tree. See it? Mom: Yeah. Mary: Yeah. [We all walk another 20 yards or so] Mom: I lied. I didn't really see the bird. I don't know why I did either. I just thought it would be easier, but then I realised, what are you going to do? I just didn't see the bird. Mary: I lied too, Mom. I didn't want to be the only one who couldn't see it. That is a snippet of conversation from when we went hiking at Raven Run. |
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