Apparently my lab is a anarchic state. I have all kinds of rules and policies that people are supposed to follow, but they seem to be hell bent on defying them and me when I try to enforce them. I hate having to explain to people that they can’t do something no matter how good their excuse is.
FUCKING BITCH WHORE CUNT BAG CUM BUCKET! (edited after thought and contemplation 09/07/2003 7:52 PM)
You know, she’s like a fucking cat stuck in a 70 foot tree! No, not Heather. Someone else. She’s on my friend’s list but I’m not saying who, if you figure it out, it’s kudos to you. Anyway, back to my analogy.
The rules are simple, if you want a job, give me a résumé. If I like your résumé, I’ll put it in the pile of good ones. If I like it a second time, I’ll look up your class schedule (if you haven’t already provided it for me). If your class schedule fits the hours that I need employees, then I’ll call you for an interview. For some reason, people can’t seem to follow these rules. they come in day after day reminding me that they applied for a job, wondering if I’ve decided to call them yet, letting me know how much they need this job. I’m sorry, I know you need this job, but my giving you this job is not based on how much you need it, it’s based on how much I need you. So here I am, working on a Saturday, not as a manger, but as an attendant and someone who dropped off his résumé on Friday walks in, not to work in the lab mind you, but to talk to me about how much he needs this job. Jesus, I’m dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt drinking a 44 oz. Ocean Water. Do I look like I’m wearing the manager hat today?
Sorry, had to vent.
It seems that sometimes I just can’t win with Journals. I wrote a literal shitload of stuff over the last three days in my Clié and when I turned it on a few minutes ago (or at least tried), I found the battery completely drained and everything gone. It’s too late to try and make up for it now. I’ll try to see if I can at least recapture some of my thoughts while I’m on the plane tomorrow.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
Too frustrated to explain my rage, just accept the fact that my heart is racing in anger and I’m holding my tongue so tightly it feels that it may bleed!
Well, I’m back at work. I’m feeling much better now, my cold is pretty much only in my ears.
We’re inplementing new security systems on the PCs in the lab to combat the hackers. Unfortunately we have to down most of the lab so I have faculty who are unaware of the hacking at all coming in a complaining that the lab is pretty much inoperable on the PC side. We’re doing everything we can to get it all up by the end of the day. Maybe I should work through lunch.
100 characters? Thats it? They expect me to make a well thought out and argumentative comment in 100 characters? Who are these people?
I may be switching back to Hastings VERY SOON! They have a smaller selection and may be more out of the way, but the prices are better and they carry WIDESCREEN!
I’ve been fighting a cold for the last couple days. I never really get that sick, but yesterday I was feeling bad enough I decided I needed to take a day off. Sheesh, I’m either really sick or really sick of work.
Six more machines hacked today. We’re going to up our security, you hear that you malicious bastards? We’re password protecting our machines, get the fuck out of my virtual world.
Anyway, other than work, things are going pretty good, and really, hackers aside, work isn’t so bad either. I’m doing my best to log my work… (crap, BRB)…