Fall Out
I'm stuck. I want to write about a number of things but my brain says "why don't you hide under your desk and take a nap." That's what I get for this weekend. Yesterday? I ate one time, in the morning, when a friend made me breakfast. That was it, one meal, and then just water and couch time until I went to bed. At 9:15. It was a fun weekend, but one with numerous repercussions and today I reap what I sowed. I'm like that damned grasshopper who sang all summer; today I have to work, take a neighbor on an errand, go to the grocery store, and clean out a guinea pig cage. No after work nap. No relaxing on the sofa watching more bad television. Just chore after chore after chore. Not to mention the need for a bath so that I can shave my wooly mammoth legs. I'm dressed like an old lady today because I had to wear trousers, thought I'd be semi-responsible and not make them jeans, and couldn't be bothered to really give a shit beyond that one stipulation. Honestly? The people I work with should just be happy that I brushed my fucking teeth this morning.
Social Policy
I read an article about how facebook and twitter are causing companies to develop social networking policies. People are griping about their jobs online, getting fired, and suing. Some win, some lose. I'm very careful on both this blog and my facebook page. I never mention my company by name or name the people I work with. I am purposely vague for fear that I'll be discovered and fired. Having read this article, I decided to check the employee handbook to see if there was an established policy. Nope. Nothing about social networking, which I think is fairly relevant. However, I do now know that I am not to store explosives or alcohol in my office and that it really behooves the entire company to not partake of alcohol or narcotics in the office. Honestly, there is an actual paragraph that explains, as though justification were needed, why employees are not to drink at work. Really? Other things I'm not meant to do in the office include: unwanted sexual advances, flirtation, or propositions; offering employment benefits in exchange for sexual favors; visual conduct "including leering" or displaying visual representations such as cartoons or posters, in any workplace location or via a company computer; make verbal sexual advances towards a colleague; or rape a colleague. So, basically, sex, or possibly just non-consensual sex, is a no go at my job. I love employment manuals.
Ophiuchus
Did you know that I'm an Ophiuchus? I don't even know how to say that word but it represents my zodiac sign. I used to be a Sagittarius, but then some people who care way too much about this bullshit discovered that the stars had moved or something and so I went from a half-horse archer to a snake handler. Yeah, I don't understand it either.
I'm stuck. I want to write about a number of things but my brain says "why don't you hide under your desk and take a nap." That's what I get for this weekend. Yesterday? I ate one time, in the morning, when a friend made me breakfast. That was it, one meal, and then just water and couch time until I went to bed. At 9:15. It was a fun weekend, but one with numerous repercussions and today I reap what I sowed. I'm like that damned grasshopper who sang all summer; today I have to work, take a neighbor on an errand, go to the grocery store, and clean out a guinea pig cage. No after work nap. No relaxing on the sofa watching more bad television. Just chore after chore after chore. Not to mention the need for a bath so that I can shave my wooly mammoth legs. I'm dressed like an old lady today because I had to wear trousers, thought I'd be semi-responsible and not make them jeans, and couldn't be bothered to really give a shit beyond that one stipulation. Honestly? The people I work with should just be happy that I brushed my fucking teeth this morning.
Social Policy
I read an article about how facebook and twitter are causing companies to develop social networking policies. People are griping about their jobs online, getting fired, and suing. Some win, some lose. I'm very careful on both this blog and my facebook page. I never mention my company by name or name the people I work with. I am purposely vague for fear that I'll be discovered and fired. Having read this article, I decided to check the employee handbook to see if there was an established policy. Nope. Nothing about social networking, which I think is fairly relevant. However, I do now know that I am not to store explosives or alcohol in my office and that it really behooves the entire company to not partake of alcohol or narcotics in the office. Honestly, there is an actual paragraph that explains, as though justification were needed, why employees are not to drink at work. Really? Other things I'm not meant to do in the office include: unwanted sexual advances, flirtation, or propositions; offering employment benefits in exchange for sexual favors; visual conduct "including leering" or displaying visual representations such as cartoons or posters, in any workplace location or via a company computer; make verbal sexual advances towards a colleague; or rape a colleague. So, basically, sex, or possibly just non-consensual sex, is a no go at my job. I love employment manuals.
Ophiuchus
Did you know that I'm an Ophiuchus? I don't even know how to say that word but it represents my zodiac sign. I used to be a Sagittarius, but then some people who care way too much about this bullshit discovered that the stars had moved or something and so I went from a half-horse archer to a snake handler. Yeah, I don't understand it either.
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