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Any day which features you crying in front of your manager because you can't explain something important, adequately, is not a day you really want to live on forever.

This LJ post is:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/pipsqueaky/45898.html

::resolves to be more like Pips::

I think my favorite part is the title. So true. I need Mountie icons.

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From:

robynbender.livejournal.com

I have had that same day, honey. [[hugs you]]

From:

sisabet.livejournal.com

Thank you - hey! I should be doing a big country music post soon, so things are looking up. Somewhere.

From:

robynbender.livejournal.com

Yes, indeedy, they damn well better be. Looking up, that is. Somewhere within shouting distance, too! And, roots music post of any size, sounds promising. I do think of you every time I see certain albums on my half.com wishlist [g]. And, your brain will return, someday, and with it your Power To Explain.

From:

jackiekjono.livejournal.com

I sometimes go back and reread your work-related posts. You are the last person on Earth that I would wish misery upon but, I find it oddly comforting that someone out there has a worse job than I do.

I shall endeavor to be more like Pips as well.

From:

sisabet.livejournal.com

Just for you - My Day:

6am: What is that smell? Stumble around apartment before finding out that Sid was sick last night.

7am: Shower and coffee

7:30 - call vet office, they want me to come in with sample and have I looked outside?

7:35 - look outside. Last night before bed -walked Sid in rain - it was about 50 degrees. Three inches of snow now cover car. This is a lot of snow for Kentucky, especially since you still thought it was 50 degrees.

7:40-8:10 - scraping, heating, melting car (Doors frozen. Joy).

8:30-9 - vet's office

9-9:30 - on way to office. Call manager twice and leave voicemail explaining where you are. Promise in voicemail to do X promptly upon arrival in office.

9:30 rush to desk. Coworker is there and on your computer and on phone with IT. She's having issues. You have to kill time. Manager still not in.

10a: You still haven't done X, but stomach in knots. Coworker finally gives back computer. You have to reboot twice before you can connect to network. Manager still not in.

10:30 - track down manager and try to explain what is going on. She asks you to do two things at once without a computer. You try to explain why you can't do this but stumble over words. Coworker comes back and takes computer. Manager tells you to go to alternate work station.

10:30a-10:40a - work

10:40a - coworker shows up at alternate workstation and kicks you out. Your laptop is now free, but she will need it back as soon as IT calls back.

10:50 - 1p- work like an insane person. Realize you are shaking and need food. Grab iPod and head for Wild Oats. Run into manager on elevator. Dash out with just a wild look.

1-2p - Greek Orzo Salad is really good. Wish they had mushroom stew. Sit at counter and listen to BSG commentary podcast for "Resurrection Ship Part 2" - realize that your job could be worse. You could be on The Pegasus. Envy cylons.

2p- back at desk. Coworker comes by and needs laptop again. Demand her work station in exchange. Feel good about taking stand. Go to managers office

2:15-2:17 Try to explain that you are stressed as you fidget in front of manager's door. Try to get across that nothing is being done - workwise. Manager asks that you take component coworker is using on your laptop and install it another coworker's laptop so it isn't just your computer being used. Attempt to explain that you can't do this (because it is being used). Finally whine as last resort and mention that perhaps if something needs to be done to SOMEONE ELSE's computer, they do it. Not you. Start to cry so leave.

2:30-4:30 work at alternate station. Buckle down and close tremendous amount of files.

4:30p - finally back at own desk. Want to kiss your own computer. Check email. Email from manager telling you that you are blocked from new files since you seemed stressed. Catch her as she leaves and restrain yourself from hugging her. Worry that maybe you are blocked so they can fire you later.

4:45p: Talk to vet - Sid's tests are negative but he has medicine and special food for him anyway. Can't pick them up until tomorrow. Wait - have meeting all day tomorrow. Vow to sneak out early if you have to and practice looking sneaky...

5-6:30p return all 18 messages left for you while you were away from your desk. Face hurts from smiling but it isn't customer's fault you had bad day so suck it up.

6:30 -7pm: go home

7:15p - walk in door...what is that smell?

From:

robynbender.livejournal.com

THREE INCHES? on a day you expected to be 50?? I share your horror. Stumbling awake over the Republican newspaper of a Proud Southern City and then having to go SCRAPE A CAR is just... wrong. It throws off the whole "why I live in the South" equation to a dangerous degree.

Also, to assist coping on days such as yours I have a well-worn mental list of Jobs I Don't Have, Thank God... which includes things like being a clerk at a big VA hospital, working for a certain stress-passing maniac (again), or running a 6-toddler daycare inside my mobile home in, like, northern Iowa (somewhere where it snows a lot, anyway. And maybe North Dakota, Iowa is too purple for the full effect.)

But it had actually never occurred to me: I could be working on the Pegasus. Thank you.