Gratuitous
I watch a lot of bad television but I do have my standards. Programs I will not watch include "My Super Sweet 16" and "Outrageous Kids' Parties." I don't follow the Kardashians at all and so I will not be tuning in for footage of the absurd wedding that took place this weekend. It just seems in such poor taste, especially when we are in the worst economy since the Great Depression. That and I don't think it is cute or funny for teenagers or little kids to push their parents around and behave as 'divas.' Hell, I don't think it is cool for grown ups to act like 'divas.' Act like normal, decent human beings with some understanding of the terms compassion and empathy. People are still picking up the pieces of their lives due to hurricanes and earthquakes. $150 per invitation?
Corporation of my Discontent
I think I hate my job, but maybe it's just a phase. Everything seems to bother me and I seem to be looking for things to pick at and be pissy about. My boss keeps asking me to do things that have nothing to do with my job and things that I don't understand. He refuses to listen to me so sounds like a senile old man at least four times a week because he claims total ignorance to things like "oh, you still haven't received training on that?" and "I didn't know you didn't know how to do that."
I'm sick of being asked to do asinine things that have nothing to do with me. I was tasked with scheduling a year-end wrap meeting with one of our state clients. I don't work on that contract. I take the minutes once a month but I have nothing to do with the daily operations or with the people. Yet I was asked to coordinate it. I was also asked to contact person A to ask him to contact person B, as opposed to having person B contact person A directly. What the fuck? I'm already my bosses assistant, since when do I have to be fucking person B's assistant as well? Especially when we just hired someone who will work with person B part time?!?!?!?!
I'm growing really impatient and doubt I'm masking it well. I should probably be more aware of that sort of thing. But tomorrow is Wednesday so we are almost through this week and I'm only work two days next week so maybe I'll push back the resolution to have a better attitude until after the Labor Day weekend. Still, maybe it is just a phase and I'll get over it.
Continuing Misadventures at the Gym
I went to the gym at lunch today and ran 2.25 miles. I felt like I could either get on a treadmill or stroke out and I believe I made the right choice*. Running, or exercise in general, is a great stress reliever as everyone says. Today I needed it. I had planned on starting back at the gym yesterday but I hadn't slept so was feeling like ass. But today it just felt great. Except...
The last three times I've gone to the gym (once a week to my great shame), I've forgotten something. Three weeks ago I didn't have socks so had to run without bare feet in sneakers. It wasn't as bad as I feared, but I wouldn't recommend it. Last week? Forgot a pair of underpants. I had planned to go to the gym after work rather during but things changed and there I was, having showered, realizing I was going to have to go commando for the second half of my work day. Today it was a sports bra. I forgot a fucking sports bra. So the work out was great but then I had to spend the rest of the day in a damp regular bra being self conscious and annoyed.
Suffice it to say that the minute I got home, I changed out my gym bag and made sure I had every piece of under clothing necessary.
*I was running on said treadmill when people in my office reported feeling the earthquake that rattled the east coast so, no, I didn't feel it. I'm also slightly suspect of the claims but that is because I am a cynic.
I watch a lot of bad television but I do have my standards. Programs I will not watch include "My Super Sweet 16" and "Outrageous Kids' Parties." I don't follow the Kardashians at all and so I will not be tuning in for footage of the absurd wedding that took place this weekend. It just seems in such poor taste, especially when we are in the worst economy since the Great Depression. That and I don't think it is cute or funny for teenagers or little kids to push their parents around and behave as 'divas.' Hell, I don't think it is cool for grown ups to act like 'divas.' Act like normal, decent human beings with some understanding of the terms compassion and empathy. People are still picking up the pieces of their lives due to hurricanes and earthquakes. $150 per invitation?
Corporation of my Discontent
I think I hate my job, but maybe it's just a phase. Everything seems to bother me and I seem to be looking for things to pick at and be pissy about. My boss keeps asking me to do things that have nothing to do with my job and things that I don't understand. He refuses to listen to me so sounds like a senile old man at least four times a week because he claims total ignorance to things like "oh, you still haven't received training on that?" and "I didn't know you didn't know how to do that."
I'm sick of being asked to do asinine things that have nothing to do with me. I was tasked with scheduling a year-end wrap meeting with one of our state clients. I don't work on that contract. I take the minutes once a month but I have nothing to do with the daily operations or with the people. Yet I was asked to coordinate it. I was also asked to contact person A to ask him to contact person B, as opposed to having person B contact person A directly. What the fuck? I'm already my bosses assistant, since when do I have to be fucking person B's assistant as well? Especially when we just hired someone who will work with person B part time?!?!?!?!
I'm growing really impatient and doubt I'm masking it well. I should probably be more aware of that sort of thing. But tomorrow is Wednesday so we are almost through this week and I'm only work two days next week so maybe I'll push back the resolution to have a better attitude until after the Labor Day weekend. Still, maybe it is just a phase and I'll get over it.
Continuing Misadventures at the Gym
I went to the gym at lunch today and ran 2.25 miles. I felt like I could either get on a treadmill or stroke out and I believe I made the right choice*. Running, or exercise in general, is a great stress reliever as everyone says. Today I needed it. I had planned on starting back at the gym yesterday but I hadn't slept so was feeling like ass. But today it just felt great. Except...
The last three times I've gone to the gym (once a week to my great shame), I've forgotten something. Three weeks ago I didn't have socks so had to run without bare feet in sneakers. It wasn't as bad as I feared, but I wouldn't recommend it. Last week? Forgot a pair of underpants. I had planned to go to the gym after work rather during but things changed and there I was, having showered, realizing I was going to have to go commando for the second half of my work day. Today it was a sports bra. I forgot a fucking sports bra. So the work out was great but then I had to spend the rest of the day in a damp regular bra being self conscious and annoyed.
Suffice it to say that the minute I got home, I changed out my gym bag and made sure I had every piece of under clothing necessary.
*I was running on said treadmill when people in my office reported feeling the earthquake that rattled the east coast so, no, I didn't feel it. I'm also slightly suspect of the claims but that is because I am a cynic.
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