S’long Butch Cassidy
You were a gentleman and a humanitarian.
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Now would be a good time…
You would think that after hitting an all time low point yesterday here at my own little blog (*grin*), that now would be a GREAT time to follow on with something witty, wise or profound to redeem my reputation.
Yeah, it *would* be a great idea, but I guess I don’t have it in me today.
See, someone out in the world was really, really mean to me today. So much so that later, away from that person, in the dressing room of a local discount department store I broke down and cried.
Add to this that I’ve had some good successes lately, but don’t feel able to share them and celebrate them with others because it isn’t appropriate.
On Monday I have a second round job interview with a company I *really* want to work for. But I can’t really jump up and down and talk about this because due to this crappy economy, several of my friends and family are without work (for various reason) and having a devil of a time finding a new spot. Me waxing rhapsodic about the potential to work for a well-known company AND get a promotion out of the deal goes over about as well as a cockroach in the ceviche.
So I keep it to myself.
I’ve also just had a small success related to my writing. It’s the first time I’ve had any sort of recognition at all for my creative work (outside of the kind words from friends and family). My work was judged in competition with other people and ranked well. I am beside myself, I’m so pleased.
But I can’t jump for joy because there are people in my life who are having a really, really hard time of it lately (health, finances, marriage troubles, etc), and to express my glee seems rude.
So I keep it to myself.
And while I’m so busy thinking about other’s feelings and being considerate, I’m out in the world minding my own business when this (oh I’d love to drop an insulting adjective here) woman has the audacity to vent her insecurities on me. It hurt deeply. It hurt because her highly vocal prejudice about my physical appearance struck a deep, dark chord within me that I won’t recover from soon…
And so right now, I’m mostly mad. And when the being mad is done, I might have some crying left to do.
Thank goodness it’s the weekend.
Change is good
Being of the Taurean persuasion, change doesn’t come easily to me.
It takes a lot of work to bomb me out of my ways.
That said, I’ve been tired of my old blogger template for quite some time. I’ve also seen FAR too many blogs with that same template.
One thing about Blogger…they don’t offer you just a ton of template choices.
Noticing my neice’s cool as heck blog and following her advice, I’d tried quite a few sites offering free code and flashy templates. But I have had no success getting them to load and work.
I ventured out into the fray again today and found a LOT of really ugly templates. REALLY REALLY UGLY.
Then I stumbled on this one…so far so good. It loaded. I had to go in and change the html because all the buttons and labels were in Spanish. But ok, that wasn’t hard.
So far it seems easy on the eyes. Muted colors. Still working out the kinks and getting used to my new space, but so far, so good!
Is it the air up there?
Today one of my employees stopped by my desk, and she was fuming. To be fair, she’s a black cloud kind of a gal, so I take her fuming quite lightly.
“Did you see what happened over there!?!?” she said, pointing in the direction of the corner where the “big boss” sits.
“Yes, I saw,” I replied calmly.
She sputtered. “But…but!”
See…there is some retrofit work being done in the building where Big Boss used to sit. And on an emergency basis, they’ve moved their operations over to our building.
Needless to say, Mr. Big Boss is going to make his space as comfortable as he wants it…even thought he will only be here for three months, tops.
My employee sputtered on, “Did you see that he had all the cubicles rearranged and then booted (her friend) out of their window cube so that his admin could sit there?!?!?”
“Yes, I saw,” I replied.
“But…doesn’t that make you mad!?!?” she howled.
“No, actually…in the scheme of all the crazy things execs have done at this company, this is mild.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she said, sullenly walking away, “It’s still not fair, though.”
So that got me thinking…at what point in the escalation of your career path do you flip over from “wow, thanks for doing that for me” to “WHERE IS MY ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER!?!?!?!”
When do you get a hall pass for acting like a turd? How high does the title have to be?
I’m firmly lower middle management, and *clearly* it’s not that level.
I guess the real question is…how hard do I gotta work so I can get to the level where I don’t gotta work much at all?
For now, I can only gaze UP at the ivory tower.
