Well, hello blog. We meet again. I have been far too busy lately to keep up with my weekly blog posts--those lazy days are gone, I'm afraid. Looks like it's going to have to be a monthly treat!
The latest? Welp, today was kind of one of those days you want to punch in the face. It started off with me waking up and stepping on a wet patch of bunny pee on my bedroom carpet, which apparently my little stowaway rodent decided to leave as a present the night before when he was hopping about. Then I got to go get my first ever filling at the dentist, which only took about 45 minutes, but felt like eternity. They told me the cavity was deeper than they thought it would be and that if they had gone any deeper with the filling, I may have needed to get an on-the-spot root canal! She said I should be fine, but that later down the road, if the medicine she put in doesn't work, I may still need one. Really? Being someone who was able to boast about never having a cavity until a couple weeks ago, this was like telling a little kid there's no Santa Claus. So, I basically had a toothache the rest of the day, and then work was one stress after another. It's the first week of registration at North Seattle CC, so, naturally, about 90% of the student body has decided to wait until the last minute to schedule advising appointments. We've been bombarded, and there seems to be no end in sight, although I will say today was better than yesterday and the day before.
And then there's my supervisor. Well, technically, my supervisor's supervisor. I kid you not, she is literally the female equivalent of Bill Lumberg from Office Space. The similarities are almost comedic, actually. Almost. She loves to swoop into my workspace several times a day and say, "Heyyy, how's it going," which is never followed by even a courtesy pause for me to answer, but instead immediately followed by, "So, you do remember to check the voicemail, riiiight?" [read in sickeningly disingenuous, condescending tone]. She proceeds to give me multiple "reminders" to do basic job functions I do every day, as if I am a cave woman seeing fire for the first time. Yeah, lady, I got it. Part of the problem is that I have been getting mixed messages from every person I work with about what exactly my job responsibilities are, so I'm having a hard time understanding who to believe. So I dutifully reply, "Yeah, that's no problem, I'll do that. Thanks for the reminder" [teeth gritting], and she says, "Yeeeah, it's really important to make sure we get to those advising voicemails as soon as possible. Mmmk? Thaaaanks." Grrrr.
Once I got off work, things looked up slightly, as I discovered that the yoga class I attend after work on Wednesdays has a new instructor. She is light years better than the previous one, who had no fluidity to her yoga series, and who routinely called out and humiliated students in the class for not doing positions perfectly. She had a knack for saying, "Well, that was pretty bad, but I can tell you're trying." The story is that the commute was too long for her, and with Daylight Savings Time ending, she couldn't handle it anymore. My take? That's just politics. I wouldn't be surprised if one (or more) of her victims had the chutzpah to formally complain about her. Unfortunately, my commute home after class made me want to punch the day in the face again when some d-bag decided to pull right out in front of me on 15th Ave, nearly blindsiding me. Fortunately, I'm the ultimate defensive driver, and I swerved into the right lane to avoid being hit, which I most certainly would have otherwise. The part that bugs me the most is that this person didn't even look over at me and appeared to have the most leisurely look imaginable, clearly oblivious to the fact that he/she (couldn't tell) almost REALLY ruined my day. And, as usual, my focus was so much on gettin' the hell out the way that I forgot to give a disgruntled honk. That always happens to me! Considering how many ridiculously sub-par drivers there are in this city, my horn goes severely under-utilized.
So, needless to say again, my day (and week, in general) has been kind of a pain, but I've been self-medicating every night with Dexter, on loan from the library. That and ice cream. Copious amounts of Tillamook cookie dough ice cream. Don't judge.
Catch ya'll...well, probably next month. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday! I am thankful for YOU. :)
Not cool about your supervisor. At all. My supervisor's assistant is much like what you've just described. Upon asking her about a simple form, she asked "Oh, did you not attend the training where they talked about that?" All done in this sickly sweet falsetto. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to let her have it.
ReplyDeleteHang in there, chica. You can do this.