well, actually, it's peer pressure; everyone i know is totally
enthralled by this election.
pfft. as for me, i am dying to see what assclowns will be running four
years from now. seriously; i predict that it will be bad.
maybe i'll run and name squooshable as my veep.
i don't pay attention to much -- i do not care to, as i am quite
certain as to who will be our next president, enough that i've placed
a bet, cos i might as well make some money from all the stew-pit i am
having to endure -- but i really thought i'd heard they were going to
be kept on topic during this debate. guess not. oh, well.
and now it's over, and neither of those bastiges supersized with me
over my having run out of french fries and burrito coverings. they're
not in touch with the people. everyone's so god damned dumb, and we're
all in a handbasket headed for hell. we should all write in camacho.
or andrew, the pink feathered boa doughnut.
andrew cares about the garbage ambulanches.
who won? no one. who lost? the american people. who cares? personne.
we live in a country where political commentators can pronounce
'nicolas sarkozy' with proper inflection because they've been coached,
yet stumble over 'maelstrom' cos they're thisclose to being
functionally illiterate. let me off; i want my money back.
i am watching travel channel now, as i type and supersize (see, *i*
know how to supersize) with a friend from work who doesn't understand
what's so funny about electing andrew, the top pot pink feathered boa
doughnut for president. i, on the other hand, am laughing so hard that
i'm teary-eyed.
and you know, were i a program director at the travel channel, i'd run
political stuff like the debates in place of america's most scary
halloween destinations...but that is cos i am just nasty like that.
oh my god, i swear i only laugh constantly and feel superior every
four years...it's political pon farr. rilly.
we had a little drama at eviljob today; after i left job 1, i got a
strange text message, and by the time i made it to eviljob, two
managers in my department had been told to go home for the day because
they were creating a 'hostile work environment' for one of my
co-workers who is, frankly, nuts.
seems they'd been discussing where to go over a free weekend during an
upcoming travelling stint, and when nutter went to put their two cents
in, nutter was told they weren't invited unless they wanted to pay for
themselves. nutter then went to human resources and filed a complaint.
see, eviljob offers some extra money to managers who travel to train
-- it's just a little perq to encourage management-level trainers to
not sit on their tuchas and whatnot. so all the two managers were
saying is that nutter would be paying their own way, with no subsidy
from eviljob. considering that what they're planning is a tad pricey,
a rational person would have been grateful for the heads-up...i mean,
i know *i* would appreciate the reminder that my mouth is about to
commit me to a $500-plus layout over one weekend, even if the reminder
was sent to me in the final form of a *forwarded* email which hadn't
had the back-and-forth between the two managers (where they both
agreed that, could nutter not afford it, neither one was willing to
pick up any of the tab) deleted. a little rude, sure. stupid?
certainly. tacky? without a doubt. hostile? no -- hostile would have
been not being reminded at all, assuming one knew, and then demanding
the missing third of the money after it is too late to back out. THAT
is 'hostile'. even if it *did* mean management doesn't want to
fraternise with nutter during down time, considering the price tag,
were it to have been done to me, i would not have thought it was so
awful. why would one want to pay so much to be around people that are
not friends?
i work with crazies.
so tomorrow, i've managed to commit myself to another 48-hour 24-hour
day; i start early, and finish way-late. but at least i'll have an
update on the eviljob drama -- all our travelling people are supposed
to be leaving soon.
the suck part of this is that i adore my current manager, and she'll
be gone over halloween, and here i was planning on having fun at
eviljob this year. poop.
i am hoping there won't *be* a 'next year' at eviljob; i am really
hoping that this time next year, i will be readying to move for a
different job. i hope, i hope, i hope... i guess we shall see.
tomorrow just *has* to be better.
2 comments:
was this post written by archy under the watchful eyes of mehitabel
LOL! No...if I am being sloppy, I'm on my PDA; it's too difficult to type quickly and put all the little capital letters where they are supposed to be and whatnot.
...though I *do* love archy and mehitabel!
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