Ch-ch-ch-changes...
Well...it's been a noisy week here in Lake Woebecominrightatcha, my (reluctantly) adopted hometown.
I've been forceably relocated at Eviljob. As in while I was not there, someone moved my stuff elsewhere. Not that I really care; I mean, I'm not there enough to care. But I turned up bright and early to answer stupid questions today, and all of my crap was gone. Just a note that I've been moved "out of necessity" to Communal Room IB4E (ok, I'm obfuscating again, but they have a silly room numbering system, and I'm now stuck in a group area with six other people who aren't in my functional group, not that this matters. But it took me ten minutes to find IB4E, 'cos no one calls the rooms that, and that's my point. Plus, it's not a "room"; it's a big, ambitious cubicle. Hyperbole annoys me when I'm not the one dishing it out).
Hmmm. We'll see how that one plays out. I don't know what to think yet.
At my other job, Nastypants is leaving. And I've made (somewhat) peace with her. This happened on Wednesday. We had a business lunch-y thing, and I met her for drinks afterwards. I don't usually drink during the day, but hell...we both needed it. So we ate bar fruit, drank, and just talked. It wasn't too bad. Then I ran a quick errand (whilst praying I didn't get pulled over), and then we went shopping. It was...actually kind of cool. I wish she were more normal, or had been, so that I could have been able to better tolerate her. But she's changing programs. I wish her all the best, but the peace will be enjoyable, as much as it sends me on a guilt trip to admit it.
I have this whole in-depth analysis thing of what's going on at my second job (I need to come up with a better name than Stupidjob, 'cos it's getting too complex to actually be stupid), but I just don't feel like dealing right now--this being moved at Eviljob thing has thrown me for a loop in a way. But on the other hand, I'm about to take off and shouldn't be obsessively worrying about it--so I won't. If I get the boot, I get the boot, and it's not like there's nothing else I could be doing with my time. So nyah.
I said I wasn't going to think about this, and I'm not.
So back to the topic of Stupidjob. RCG has been thus far phenomenally unproductive, in a people-are-starting-to notice way. I have to admit, I'm disappointed all-around. I had expected more, but then apparently so had The Powers That Be. He wasn't like this in classes, so I'm surprised; but by the same token, I see how the casual, joking attitude I *did* observe could potentially bottom-out into a lazier "why bother if there's nothing in it for me, heh-heh-heh" attitude. They're not that far removed from each other. Too bad he's so cute. What a waste.
I'm just not in a mood to deal with any of it at all. I don't mind working around other people at Eviljob since most everything I do anymore is independent, but I am wondering why in the hell I had to be moved. As much as I'm trying to not let it, it's bothering me.
I'm going to go hug Squoosh and watch TV. I need to quit thinking for a while. I *had* gotten on with the intention of knocking out some things for the presentation I have to give whilst away, but...I just don't freaking feel like it. I'm starting to get into a paranoid funk. Sigh.
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What a colossal bunch of nutsacks! I'm sure their reasons for moving you were benign (granted I don't even know you, but from all I've read here and on my blog you're both kind and extremely intelligent, and you sound more than able in your job), but just leaving a note about "necessity" isn't enough. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I have ready access to a bat that's just PERFECT for smashing kneecaps. Just let me at 'em!
{{{{{{Samantha}}}}}}} Yeah...I'm really not getting this one. I'm taking the wait-and-see approach, because I don't see what's gained by moving me. In fact, if anything my (now former) officemate seemed to like having me there to take messages for him. :-) Eviljob does some strange things, and I'm not feeling this one. I guess time will tell, as they say. For now, I'm sitting--perplexed--amidst dangling kitty posters ("Hang in there, baby!") and old Dilbert and Far Side cartoons. Definitely other people's territory. I feel out of place, and I don't know any of these people. Sigh. We'll see.
:-) Maybe the button factory is hiring. ;-)
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