Wednesday, February 24, 2010

In Which I Derive An Equation

My desire to reach through the phone and smack people is proportional to how many stupid questions they have asked me in the last week, divided by how many of their problems were my company's fault, plus a correction factor for whether or not they really have a choice other than "Do it and live with it."

My desire to leave my child with his grandmother for a week is equal to the inverse square of (times woken up at 4 AM)/(times not woken up at 4 AM on a weekend).

My desire to shake upper management is exponentially related to how much work I have at any given moment

AND

My desire to quit my job is approximately the sum of all the above.
Still deciding when.... harder than it would seem.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Good, Bad, and Already Decided

Annual review: my boss had nothing but lovely, complimentary things to say about me, and was very nice.

Today: my boss's boss came by to tell me that someone on my team was quitting and not being replaced, leaving me and Colleague to do the work that three people were doing before. My boss's boss is sure I can do it!!

I could. But.... I don't think I will. Here's the downside of hiring people with life experience: they're better at dealing with customers, but WAAAAAY less willing to be abused.

If I hadn't already decided to quit, I would now. Unrealistic expectations and 60-hour workweeks? Been there, not going there again.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Attitude

At the bicycle company, we have a wide range of customer and employee personalities.

Me? I'm somewhere to the right of Cold And Heartless. But polite. Very polite.

I'm there to do a job. I do my work, and I work hard, and I'm good at it (or at least, as good as anyone else with limited bicycle-engineering experience). But when it comes down to it, I just don't care if they like me. Also, I put up with many years of nonsense because there was a shiny diploma at the end, so I know exactly how much nonsense I'm willing to take now (answer: VERY LITTLE).

Besides, I can always fall back on that old favorite from my lab time: "And what would you suggest?"

One of my work-friends is right out of college. Said friend's supervisor tends to be extremely critical, very bad at clearly communicating expectations, and optimistic in said expectations (translation: wants 80 hours a week). I hate to see the friend deal with it, but everyone has to learn on their own how to say, very nicely, "Take a long walk off a short pier."

Also, my one-year review is tomorrow, and I live in a non-contract state. Bah humbug.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Boooooooring

1) Tired.
2) Still thinking I'll be a housewife come summer.
3) Kiddo is ramping down on the BOOOOOB consumption. I'm... kind of relieved.
4) Stopped taking the crazy pills. Must now make doctor appointment for other ones. So tired of doctors.
5) Got the professional billing part of the hospital stay. Our share: $0. Go Crazy Old Uncle Howard!
6) My boss: "Can we meet tomorrow at 7:30 AM?" Me: "NO." Boss: "How about at 5 PM?" Me: "Hell, no."

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Assorted, Plus, Thanks A Lot, Work

1) Apparently this year's Sausage State RSV strain was unusually virulent. I don't feel like quite such a bad mother now.

2) Dear adored spousal unit: No, turning off the light-on-a-timer just in case the kid will sleep in on the weekends... won't work. Unless you call 4 AM working.

3) Work gave me a $5000 raise. Whoops. Guess they're not just putting up with me.

4) Grabby baby hands + 30 minutes of crabbulation while nursing = unhappy mama

5) Nobody sells used baby carriers at reasonable prices. People. If you paid $100, I am not paying you $90.