crucible of ennui

Have you ever noticed how in an extreme corporate climate, it’s impossible to (may I be indelicate for a moment?) take a dump. Maybe it’s just me because I have a hang-up about using a bathroom other than the one at home, but it’s not like you can just saunter into the bathroom with reading material and camp out while you do your business.

The worst? If you’re in the bathroom, by yourself, confident that you have a few moments of private and someone walks in. Most of the time, I freak out and abort mission. ABORT ABORT. I really hate that. OR I have to play the “I’m-going-to-hide-in-the-stall-and-wait-for-the-other-person-to-leave-so-she-won’t-know-who-stunk-up-the-bathroom” game. But then I have to pull my feet up so my shoes won’t be recognized. So why bother? I’ll just drive home, thank you very much.

Last week I walked into the bathroom and there were two ladies involved in a stand-off, neither would leave before the other. I went in, took care of business, washed my hands, APPLIED LIPSTICK, and then left – I didn’t hear a thing: No breathing, shifting around, a little polite cough – anything. Actually – I think they’re still in there.

jdub has left me hanging all weekend. No clues, no answers. Hopefully by the time I get to work tomorrow, I’ll know who the next person is who gave notice.

CURSE YOU WU!!!!!!! 

I’m way too hyper today.
I’m stuck inside the office until 5pm.
I want to go outside.
I want to be doing anything other than reviewing files.

I want to play pirates with my daughter.

Work is work. If it was fun, it wouldn’t be called work.

Inappropriate clothing alert!!

She was intentionally wearing white socks and black high-heeled shoes with her high-water black pants. I think she even had little christmas ornaments earrings

At least she not like hooker grandma who works at my office. She has to be at least 65, but wears the SHORTEST skirts with heels. Eeewwwww.

Every day my boss e-mails us “motivational” quotes to start our day.

Today the quote was, “You can’t fake listening. It shows.”

This was immediately followed with replys of, “What”, “Huh” and “Is someone talking?”

Not sure what I’m going to do about work. Atmosphere is bleak. Layoffs every month. I just can’t seem to get ahead – even though I’ve logged over 5 years at the company. I know that I shouldn’t complain, as I’m very fortunate to have a job. But everytime there’s another layoff, more of my friends disappear. We went from a company of 800 employees to around 300 at corporate (and I’m being generous with 300). The last layoff, my friend S. danced, and I literally mean DANCED out of the building with her severage package. That’s pretty depressing.

So now I just need to sit back and see if anything bites.
Other than my job.
Which bites my ass.

And now I’m not in the Marketing department. I was told after 1 week, that I was being moved into the corporate programs and management group.

I feel even worse. I was so happy that I finally made it into the department I wanted to be in and then I had it taken away. Which is worse.

I am just so disappointed. Again. And Again.

And Again.

It’s just been such the emotional and stress-filled rollercoaster the past few weeks. But I’ve come through the other side and am now in the Marketing department where I work! I’ve been wanting to get a position there for over two years. And there so much more that I want to say, but I can’t. I’m not going to go into the crappy part.

But I’m back. I’m going to get oodles of sun this weekend and show up all brown and happy on Monday.

corporate politics
pressed against that glass ceiling
bite my fekkin ass