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another day, another lack of a paycheck
Apr. 10th, 2008 02:10 pmSo I have worked another day, bringing me one day closer to moving to Ann Arbor. I am sending my down payment for the house today...if I remember. I am so very bad at remembering to put things into mailboxes. But, the bottom line is: Yaaaay! Depositing on houses is FUN and EDUCATIONAL and for ALL THE KIDS TO ENJOY!
Also in the news: this season of Torchwood is over and that leaves me soul-searching and empty in spirit just in time for the American TV shows to come back! Rock on. Still...what will I do without my gay Welsh sci-fi porn? Sigh.
I was listening to NPR this morning -- what ELSE does one do in the morning, I ask you! -- and I heard a book reviewer describe a humanities grad school experience as the darkest period in the life of anyone with a soul to crush. I think he might not have every tried the non-profit world -- oops! Sorry, Bill Drayton, I mean "citizen-sector organization" world.
An example of the drivel of "citizen-sector organization" life:
E-mail from me to boss who "quit" a week ago but is still collecting a week's paycheck without actually working here anymore and having already started at her other job and who has the stones to e-mail all the staff she shortchanged to "meet" with her "sometime after 6": "What are the times of the meetings? We all have to stay after our usual time so I think we'd all be interested in knowing aprox. how long we will have to stay."
Her response: "I will try to make these meetings as quick as possible, but please note that I may have to meet with some of you longer than others. The meeting time is based on how many responsibilities you will be taking on and how time intensive they are.
Sorry I cannot give you a better approximation. Remember, as VISTAs, you are supposed to be available 24-7! I know that this was drilled into you during PSO."
The part that eats my insides up, chews them thoughtfully, and then spits them out in my face is that exclamation point. Oh, vile exclamation point! Thou art vengeful and cruel.
Also in the news: this season of Torchwood is over and that leaves me soul-searching and empty in spirit just in time for the American TV shows to come back! Rock on. Still...what will I do without my gay Welsh sci-fi porn? Sigh.
I was listening to NPR this morning -- what ELSE does one do in the morning, I ask you! -- and I heard a book reviewer describe a humanities grad school experience as the darkest period in the life of anyone with a soul to crush. I think he might not have every tried the non-profit world -- oops! Sorry, Bill Drayton, I mean "citizen-sector organization" world.
An example of the drivel of "citizen-sector organization" life:
E-mail from me to boss who "quit" a week ago but is still collecting a week's paycheck without actually working here anymore and having already started at her other job and who has the stones to e-mail all the staff she shortchanged to "meet" with her "sometime after 6": "What are the times of the meetings? We all have to stay after our usual time so I think we'd all be interested in knowing aprox. how long we will have to stay."
Her response: "I will try to make these meetings as quick as possible, but please note that I may have to meet with some of you longer than others. The meeting time is based on how many responsibilities you will be taking on and how time intensive they are.
Sorry I cannot give you a better approximation. Remember, as VISTAs, you are supposed to be available 24-7! I know that this was drilled into you during PSO."
The part that eats my insides up, chews them thoughtfully, and then spits them out in my face is that exclamation point. Oh, vile exclamation point! Thou art vengeful and cruel.
