Open Letter November 3, 2009

Dear B*ra Manufacturer,

When you make underwire b*ras and you sell them for way more than $ 12.00 the least you could do is put some kind of tip or something on the wire itself, so when they are pieces of crap and break after less than a year of ownership / wearing they won’t pierce the skin and you know, make me grateful I don’t have implants otherwise I’m sure they would have popped today. Awe-some product.

Thanks,

Bella

Where I Say, A Lot October 26, 2009

Somedays I hate my job more than others. Today was one of them. Everything we do is about 57 times more complicated than it needs to be, and has about as many extra steps to complete. It’s beyond awesome. I was told last week in a meeting that I needed to reconcile an account (which, by the way, hasn’t even been touched since LAST FUCKING YEAR) and I was very slightly trained in on it, but didn’t go any further because, you know, it wasn’t fucking working and when I asked for help, I was, of course ignored. So, now, I have to reconcile this to seriously 5 different spreadsheets and oh, yeah, it needs to be done in a week. No fucking problem. I’ve only spent the last 2 weekends there, what’s a few more. I am NOT a happy camper about this bullshit. Again, these problems would be solved if we were proactive instead of reactive, but apparently that’s a completely foreign concept.

Where I Was Kidnapped At Work…. October 25, 2009

I had to go up on one of the floors to notarize documents for a resident, as I was looking for the social worker to give her copies of the forms a resident comes up to me, grabs my arm (in a russian accent)

 

Resident: you take me to my room?

 

Me: ummm, what’s your name dear, what room are you in (as I’m seeing our PT therapist walking by busting a gut laughing at me, while I’m trying not to panic as a strange woman has my arm and, you know, I don’t know what her capabilities are and if she falls how fucked I will be)

 

Resident: what your name?

 

Me: Bella, I work in the billing office.

 

R: What you do? Why I not know you?

 

Me: Ok, what’s your room number, as she’s looking at my badge so closely, she could have made it to second base if she tried….it was special.

 

R; you take me to my room?

 

Finally she walks into a room (I have no idea if it’s hers or not…) sit her in a chair, ok, dear, is this your room? You have a lovely day, it was nice meeting you.

 

Then I went to talk to the social worker, apparently this resident grabs everyone and asks them to walk her to her room and then before you’re even out of the room she’s tracking down her next victim.

 

Yeah, it was special….

Ugh October 19, 2009

Received notice today that a HUGE report needed to be filed with a government agency, guess who gets to figure this shit out? Yep, that would be me. Did I mention I have NO idea what the hell I’m doing? Like, not even kinda. I was on the phone with the gov’t agency, the federal gov’t, our auditors and consultant today, let’s just say it’s still not done and I really have NO FUCKING clue what to do and how to do it and even what the fuck I am looking at. It’s pretty awesome. So, tomorrow I have 2 conference calls to figure this shit out and I just now realized I booked myself for 2 meetings at once.

Yeah, this promotion is kicking my fucking ass, and I have to prepare a document for a big meeting on Thursday (that should have been done today) I am totally needing this fat raise that better come along with this damn promotion. Oh, and with the hours I’ve been putting in, I’m not sure if I will be able to keep my work study job that is kind of a waste of time for little to no money, but I really enjoy it.

Open Letter October 13, 2009

Haven’t done this one for a while.

Dear Downstairs Neighbor,

For the love of all that is holy. Use your volume button. Turn your crap down. I don’t appreciate listening to your video games and crap at full blast at 10:30 p.m.

Dear BossMan,

Get me out of my current position, bring me to my new one and give me my damn raise. Let’s quit dicking around.

Dear Mother Nature,

No more snow, no more cold days. Fall please.

I have some more, but I can’t think of them right now.

This Is Me, Getting My Butt Kicked October 7, 2009

One of my classes started last night, and I would drop it in a hot minute if it wasn’t a requirement for graduation. Seriously, first of all, the class is in a subject of which I know nothing about. We were discussing greek mythology and how apollo and backus (or something?) tie to art and then we analyzed pictures. Yeah, I don’t care about art overall, I think it’s beautiful. But I am not a creative person, the icing on the cake, we had to go around the room and discuss what art forms we work in, and what programs we have a good handle on. I was the only person who didn’t have any experience with anything, at.all. So as everyone’s looking at me like I’m the dipshit, I finally announced to the room, well, I may not be artistic or know anything about any of these programs, but I can organize your professional life, sell you an insurance policy (or explain it) and probably do your taxes without breaking a sweat.

So, yeah, this class will be a huge challenge for me since I will really have to learn how to think in a different way. At least my other class is Accounting, and I know that subject.

Note To Self October 3, 2009

When having wine night, 1 bottle per person is the official limit. Not 3, with cocktails before and once the wine bottles are empty raiding the liquor cabinet.

Please keep one of my friends in your thoughts, she is having some scary complications with her pregnancy.

Promotion September 25, 2009

Not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, received a promotion, just not the one I have been wanting for the last few months. I am now (well in a couple of weeks or so) the new administrative assistant to the CFO. I don’t know how the numbers will look yet, but I pretty much told them unless it’s a substantial raise keep me where I am, as my job now consists of doing bank deposits and helping people find pencils. I’ll have more deets later, but I just had to do a fly by post.

Further Proof I Am A Dumbass A.K.A. Thank God I’m Pretty April 19, 2009

So, I worked late Saturday, (went in at 5, so, no, I wasn’t there all day long – I have this project I’m working on that takes away from my regular duties and pretty much is a 2nd job as far as my work load goes, anyway……..)

 

I go to leave and I have to go through the copy room, and was locked in it. AWESOME. The door to the copy room was locked – I did not know the receptionist locked it when she left, and I had her lock the door to the business office when she left as I don’t have a key – anyway, yep, locked in. Thank God there was a bathroom and I work in a nursing home and there is someone around 24/7. I had to call our other campus for the phone number of one of our nursing stations and they saved the day.

 

It’s official. I’m just all kinds of special. I hope you have a good laugh on my behalf, because lord only knows I sure am.

Here’s The Thing April 2, 2009

Not all has been well in my little world lately. I’m sure some of you may have noticed. My posts are fly-by and often disjointed making no sense to anyone, me included. I’ve been sleeping like crap again, and totally (well kinda, but not on purpose) avoiding my friends, or just not being in contact with them. (Also, work is incredibly insane and I have been doing most of my e-mailing and calling on my walks between facilities. I get a good 3 minutes to myself doing that.)

Here it is all laid out in it’s ugliness. I am stressed. As in super. Between work, and Bossy (more about that later) volunteering – that’s really not even an issue, but it’s always on the calendar, money, car stuff, all of that crap that comes with being a fricking adult. When I get stressed I either run myself ragged or tend to hibernate. These days it’s a little bit of both actually. It’s my birthday on Monday, and I haven’t even planned anything. I don’t even care. Those of you who KNOW me, know that I generally tend to enjoy my birthday and have birthday month. This year, I don’t even give a shit about it. It’s not because of the number (29 again, thankyouverymuch) it’s because I have so much fucking stress I can’t even enjoy life right now.

Work is seriously kicking my ass. It’s not even funny. The nice thing, the weeks FLY by and I can’t ever believe that it’s Thursday, already. I do not have any balance. I don’t know how to find it right now. Bossy girl is seriously sucking the soul out of me. Again, her and I are involved in a fucked up pissing match. One that shouldn’t even be happening. I can’t deal with her anymore. When I have questions, I would like them answered, I would like to be in the loop about MY FUCKING JOB. I would also like to be able to finish a sentence and not be cut off in the middle of it and given some basic respect. I have had to give it to her – apparently it doesn’t work both ways. I have had meeting after meeting with my supervisor about this, and really, I’m not thrilled about that either. She at least recognizes that I am making a huge effort and am actually better with the clients we deal with than Bossy is. But, I am getting frustrated that I am having the same conversation with her over and over. I haven’t been there 90 days yet, and still could be let go without reason – I am concerned that my not getting along with Bossy is going to get me canned. I don’t want to be the whiny one, but when I’m not not working to my capacity and have so much to learn it’s frustrating. One good thing, we will be hiring a temp. to handle a HUGE portion of my job that is seriously super easy and as my CFO said, I am a sharp girl and my skills could be utilized much better elsewhere in the organization. You know, like by doing MY FUCKING JOB. Oh, wait, I can’t do that until Bossy fucking teaches it to me. I hate her, she pisses me off to no end.

I am happy I have a job and realize that they are hard to come by, I am LUCKY. I have really no reason to complain. My health is decent, I have very dear friends and I am going on vacation next month.

So, to my dear friends, yes, I suck. Hopefully in another month or so, I’ll be back to being myself again and we will actually see each other face to face and before then, I promise I’ll e-mail more.