I love Donna!
She is the best supervisor on the planet.
She is crazy!
We laff and laff!
She just told the annoying tenants and their flakey, neurotic batch of self absorbed stuffed shirt supervisors what for, and gave them heck about harrassing me.
I love Donna!
She rocks!
Their is a God.
And He wields a weapon called Donna.
Right on!
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Funny, That Anger?
Heh.
I am not normally a person who is quick to anger.
Normally, in the heat of the moment, I am entirely compliant and calm.
Normally, it is only after the event has passed, that a slow, low-grade rage begins to kindle, and if I do not recognise it quickly enuff, it will come on like a freight train, and be difficult to slow back down and bring to a halt.
Heh.
That didn't happen today, boy!
Hee hee!
One of the many supervisors from a corporate office for one of our tennants in this building, called from one of the many corporate offices they seem to have. She raked me over the coals for things that are not my job, my fault or in my realm of authority to permit or deny. Girl bitched me out good. Surprisingly enough, I was instantly pissed. I miraculously managed to retain my professionalism while at the same time telling her that she was in the wrong and she was lying, and I calledher out on the carpet for things she said previously and was now denying. She didn't like that. I dont' give a rats. I hope these tenants leave. I was coldly professional by the end of her rant. When I got off the phone I was so angry I was shaking. I literally wanted to put something through the wall. I was actually thinking of a baseball bat of a hammer, but I don't think my own boss would appreciate me ruining his beautiful, artsy-fartsy building.
I guess what amazes me is that this is an uncharacteristic reaction from me.
I just don't fly into a rage that quickly when somebody I hardly know is being a jerk.
Odd.
oooh, one of them just came out of the office right now and just called my supervisor a liar to my face and told me they were going to hire so-and-so to come into OUR buidling to commit some sort of work. Nothing has changed in the last 10 minutes as far as I know. It is 1:07 pm and this girl is gonna walk herself out here in about 3 minutes and rake me over the coals for soemthing I have nothing to do with. I am wondering what options I have?
A). Slam a coffee pot into her face and say, "oops. Terribly sorry."
B). Say, "Ok. Thanks for stopping by! Have a nice day."
C). Don't acknowledge her presence, but just stare blankly at her and then slap myself in the head and say, "shshshshsh! Shut UP! I am not going to tell her that! You guys in there keep quiet." And then clap my hands over my ears, and then gaze at her with a big fake, dear-in-the-headlights sort of grin.
Frankly, I am voting for C.
Whaddya think?
Got any write in suggestions?
I am not normally a person who is quick to anger.
Normally, in the heat of the moment, I am entirely compliant and calm.
Normally, it is only after the event has passed, that a slow, low-grade rage begins to kindle, and if I do not recognise it quickly enuff, it will come on like a freight train, and be difficult to slow back down and bring to a halt.
Heh.
That didn't happen today, boy!
Hee hee!
One of the many supervisors from a corporate office for one of our tennants in this building, called from one of the many corporate offices they seem to have. She raked me over the coals for things that are not my job, my fault or in my realm of authority to permit or deny. Girl bitched me out good. Surprisingly enough, I was instantly pissed. I miraculously managed to retain my professionalism while at the same time telling her that she was in the wrong and she was lying, and I calledher out on the carpet for things she said previously and was now denying. She didn't like that. I dont' give a rats. I hope these tenants leave. I was coldly professional by the end of her rant. When I got off the phone I was so angry I was shaking. I literally wanted to put something through the wall. I was actually thinking of a baseball bat of a hammer, but I don't think my own boss would appreciate me ruining his beautiful, artsy-fartsy building.
I guess what amazes me is that this is an uncharacteristic reaction from me.
I just don't fly into a rage that quickly when somebody I hardly know is being a jerk.
Odd.
oooh, one of them just came out of the office right now and just called my supervisor a liar to my face and told me they were going to hire so-and-so to come into OUR buidling to commit some sort of work. Nothing has changed in the last 10 minutes as far as I know. It is 1:07 pm and this girl is gonna walk herself out here in about 3 minutes and rake me over the coals for soemthing I have nothing to do with. I am wondering what options I have?
A). Slam a coffee pot into her face and say, "oops. Terribly sorry."
B). Say, "Ok. Thanks for stopping by! Have a nice day."
C). Don't acknowledge her presence, but just stare blankly at her and then slap myself in the head and say, "shshshshsh! Shut UP! I am not going to tell her that! You guys in there keep quiet." And then clap my hands over my ears, and then gaze at her with a big fake, dear-in-the-headlights sort of grin.
Frankly, I am voting for C.
Whaddya think?
Got any write in suggestions?
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Being distracted.
so much to do, so little time.
Started a portrait of Scout.
Jumpstarted a project that Barb and I have been working on for a year, and now the motor is running on that one again, must find the time to write.
Interesting note: Blogger is doing the Novel Month thing. I do not have time to come up with 50,000 words in a month by myself. I mean, hey, I DO have a lot of words, but not time to type them. And can't afford to aud-blog them. Maybe it would be fun to gather a group/round robin effort again similar to TJ from the old days? Food for thought.
Must get to the filing though.
Must update the other project, even though I accidentally deleted an entire entry that was ready to air. Krap! Stoooopid me! *slaps own forehead!* Doh!
Must go and file.
Started a portrait of Scout.
Jumpstarted a project that Barb and I have been working on for a year, and now the motor is running on that one again, must find the time to write.
Interesting note: Blogger is doing the Novel Month thing. I do not have time to come up with 50,000 words in a month by myself. I mean, hey, I DO have a lot of words, but not time to type them. And can't afford to aud-blog them. Maybe it would be fun to gather a group/round robin effort again similar to TJ from the old days? Food for thought.
Must get to the filing though.
Must update the other project, even though I accidentally deleted an entire entry that was ready to air. Krap! Stoooopid me! *slaps own forehead!* Doh!
Must go and file.
Monday, October 25, 2004
That Scraper!
She got my mind chewing on something today and now I have wasted an entire 4 hours writing.
Criminy.
I was gonna vote tonight too!
Have to do that tomorrow.
I plan to do all write-in voting.
Ah the beauty of the mail-in ballot.
:o)
Criminy.
I was gonna vote tonight too!
Have to do that tomorrow.
I plan to do all write-in voting.
Ah the beauty of the mail-in ballot.
:o)
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Cut and Paste Dilemma
I just did an amazingly dumb thing.
(Even for me)
I attempted to cut a segment of text in a document on one computer, and then try to paste it into another computer.
LOL!
Hey!
Watch it!
(Even for me)
I attempted to cut a segment of text in a document on one computer, and then try to paste it into another computer.
LOL!
Hey!
Watch it!
Back with Google
Due to the unwelcome advances by some freak, who I shall from here-on-out refer to as Mr. Porno-Spam, I find myself back at the old spot a-fresh.
No matter.
So, any new update?
Hmm, had a bizarre dream in the wee hours before waking. I dreamed I was a teen again. And I wanted to go into Downtown PDX, but my "dad" was unwilling to let me take the car down there. Before he would permit me to take my own car, he wanted me to first tell him the solutions to three puzzles from three games in the Myst series - preferably some from the newer games.
I told him, "sheesh dad! I haven't even played Uru yet! I have only completed Myst and Riven and the majority of Exile!"
He was very disappointed in me for falling behind the rest of the Community in my game play. He said as much.
Yes people, for one, freakish moment, Rand Miller was my dad.
And yet, part of my brain knew that this was all still a dream.
And I didn't care who was telling me I could not take my own car downtown - it was mine and I was going. End of discussion "dad."
In my dream, he wnet away then, and I found myself driving across the Freemont bridge into downtown.
Weird.
No matter.
So, any new update?
Hmm, had a bizarre dream in the wee hours before waking. I dreamed I was a teen again. And I wanted to go into Downtown PDX, but my "dad" was unwilling to let me take the car down there. Before he would permit me to take my own car, he wanted me to first tell him the solutions to three puzzles from three games in the Myst series - preferably some from the newer games.
I told him, "sheesh dad! I haven't even played Uru yet! I have only completed Myst and Riven and the majority of Exile!"
He was very disappointed in me for falling behind the rest of the Community in my game play. He said as much.
Yes people, for one, freakish moment, Rand Miller was my dad.
And yet, part of my brain knew that this was all still a dream.
And I didn't care who was telling me I could not take my own car downtown - it was mine and I was going. End of discussion "dad."
In my dream, he wnet away then, and I found myself driving across the Freemont bridge into downtown.
Weird.
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