Thursday, July 14, 2011
I know that I've posted some status updates recently that weren't very informative, and perhaps, they may even have been enticing in their mystery. I've been wanting to blog about this situation since it first erupted (Oh, God) four days ago, but with my work schedule and Copa America and Judge Judy and Jem and going to the gym and trying to keep up with all you beautiful people and...it just got away from me.
Well, now the situation is (more or less) resolved, and so I'd like to share it with you.
I'm going to warn AMYLONGHORN right now that, if any of this looks familiar, it's because I'm taking quite a lot from the first email I sent you about this. I'm just going to remove all the f-bombs (this'll take awhile), other curse words and information that are too identifying as to where I work.
I have a client that needed to get a bunch of documents taken care of through another department within my organization. And the process is so DUMB. I can't just take the stuff down to the necessary department and say, "Here, handle these," and have them call me when they're ready and I can go pick them up. NO. I have to get my translator to write a cover letter, then the documents go up to the top floor, where they get registered and signed by the second-in-command at the organization (who, by the way, is a bully, to use a Spark-friendly word--in real life, I'd use something more colorful to describe this piece), then they get sent down to the appropriate department. When they're finished with the documents, the same thing happens to get them back to me. Ridiculous.
Anyway, so on Monday, I sent these documents with the guy who walks stuff around the office. And I'd forgotten to get the cover letter signed by my boss.
So I get called later on Monday by my boss's secretary, and she's saying that I forgot to get it signed, so the guy called her and chewed her out and demanded to know who had sent this letter. Like, what's the big deal? It's not like these documents are soooo hot-button that I had to slip them past my boss, right? I mean, I OBVIOUSLY just FORGOT.
So apparently, before the secretary gets to say this to my boss, he heads up to the top floor, where I believe he gets a butt(?)-chewing from this guy, too, or Tuesday wouldn't have happened. Because my boss is a smart and nice man, and he wouldn't normally make me cry.
And so his secretary was telling me all day on Monday that he wanted to talk to me about it, but I thought, whatever, fine. I'll take my butt(?)-chewing, but I got to get these documents back so I can take care of the client. My boss is not one to actually discipline people, so my "little talk" with him would probably entail him saying, "So next time, do your best, yes, and okay." And anyway, my boss is smart, so I'll tell him that this is RIDICULOUS, and exactly what I think of the temper tantrum had by our little friend upstairs, and it'll be fine.
Then, there was an emergency with one of my colleague's clients, and I'm covering for her. I talked to my boss on Tuesday, and thought, okay, well, OBVIOUSLY this guy has bigger fish to fry than something so small as a STUPID, UNSIGNED LETTER. Right?
Apparently not. Because, maybe, 20 minutes after I talked to him about the client, he calls me up to tell me that I embarrassed him. And he told me that he is always available to sign things when they're urgent.
And I totally buckled, because he didn't say, and second-in-command said this. He just said he was embarrassed. So instead of telling him that second-in-command has too much EFFING time on his hands, I told him that I was sorry, and that it wasn't like that, that it wasn't because I was in a hurry so I just decided to skip getting his signature. That I JUST FORGOT. And I told him twice I wasn't trying to slip anything past him, and he said he knew. And I mean, REALLY?
WHY THE EFF do I have to explain this? WHAT THE EFF is the big deal? And second-in-command wrote all over the letter, so it was destroyed. I had to ask my translator to write a new one.
PLUS, the hold-up on this is ridiculous, because second-in-command decided to dress down my boss, instead of just sending the documents back downstairs with the guy that walks around the office, it took more than A DAY to get the documents back to me. And my client NEEDS this stuff taken care of! It's not supposed to take A WEEK to do this!
So that's why I was weeping at my desk, because my beloved boss was mad at and disappointed in me, my client's stuff still wasn't done, and, in this particular office culture, one mistake just negates all the good you do, so I'm basically worse off reputation-wise with my boss than I ever have been.
So, I get the new letter signed, and give the documents BACK to the guy who walks stuff around the office at 9:00am Wednesday morning, and I tell one of my friends what had happened the previous day. She told me that second-in-command is far too stupid to have noticed the letter by himself, and that he doesn't open the envelopes anyway, so who opened the envelope? When I tell her, it was this lady, because second-in-command's secretary was out, she said, "Oh, that lady likes to start trouble. I bet she noticed it and told him about it." When I asked my boss's secretary about it later, she confirmed that indeed, this person, whom I've never met, was the one who spotted the error at first.
Come about 90 minutes before the end of business, I call the guy that's doing the work downstairs, and he says, "Brenda, where are the documents? I don't have them." And I said, "OH, MY GOD, I sent them upstairs at 9am. WHY don't you have them yet?" So he said, "Calm down, I'll go get them."
A few minutes later, he calls me. "Brenda, I got the documents, but there's something missing. The money orders for processing the certificates, they're missing."
"The hell they are! I specifically remember putting them in the envelope, because my translator started to write the wrong information on the envelope, and when he pulled the stuff out of the bad envelope, I reached across him, grabbed it, looked inside, took the two money orders out, and put them in the new envelope. I SPECIFICALLY remember doing this. Now someone is MESSING with me, and I don't LIKE IT!"
"Okay, okay, calm down. Are you sure there was an envelope?"
"No, there wasn't AN envelope. There were TWO envelopes. One for the certificates, one for the authentication."
"Okay, I have the one money order for the authentication, but not the certificates. And I didn't get them in envelopes. I got them in a loose folder. I'll call you back. I'm going upstairs."
A few minutes later, I get a call. "Bad news."
"She threw them away." And by "she," he meant THE SAME WOMAN WHO GOT ME AND MY BOSS IN TROUBLE!
"Yes, she forgot to check the envelope with the certificates for the money orders, so she threw the envelope away with them inside. She's looking through the trash right now. And Brenda, you know, they pick up the trash in the morning, so she isn't even looking at the trash, you know, under your desk. She's looking downstairs in the basement."
A little while after that, she found them. But this b-woman, WHOM I'VE NEVER MET AND NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO, had to make a big deal to second-in-command about the lack of signature, then she turns around and throws away money. So, tell me, who made the bigger mistake? I guess Ms. Perfect isn't so perfect after all.
I went home with something on my face. What was it? It seemed so foreign...I think it was a smile! When you dig a hole for someone else, you will fall in. Ha!
Now I'm trying to decide whether or not I should devise a strategy to ensure second-in-command is notified of this development. After all, I didn't set the rules of this little game--she did when she tried to get and succeeded in getting me and my boss in trouble. On the other hand, I imagine her digging through the trash and FREAKING OUT because obviously second-in-command is very volatile, and if she hadn't found the money orders, he would have had to have been told, so there's the double-whammy of her wallowing like a pig through garbage and the fear, and I wonder if that's enough. In these moments, for a fleeting second, I feel sorry for her. But on the other hand, I had the second worst week in that job on account of her. So I don't know.
If you're still reading, you're a total champ, and can you tell me, what should I do?
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Cups of water yesterday. Holy geez.
I wish it were water week on 5% Challenge!
So, apparently, that's what happens when I quit drinking soda. I drink an aquarium of water. And for substitutes, if I get tired of water, I just don't drink, I guess. I saw in the cupboard that my husband has some packets that are kind of like Crystal Light, but I guess they're flavored-tea flavored. I don't know. Could work in an emergency.
This is my third day with nothing carbonated. We only have one Splenda-sweetened soda left in the house, and it was seriously injured in an accident involving paperboard and rainwater. It's sitting in the fridge, and maybe once I have the courage to attempt to open it, I'll drink it. But for now, I need to let it rest. =)
When I was putting on my make-up this morning, I noticed my skin looks a little better. Maybe it's my imagination...or maybe it really does.
I haven't weighed myself yet, and I'm not totally convinced giving up a calorie-free item is going to make a difference, but I read an article the other day to that effect, so I'm a liiiiiittle hopeful.
What else? There are some other good changes. I FINALLY got a new exchange student. He's from Niger, and he's super-cool and super-TALL. What's nice about having students from this particular organization is, we're required to provide host-prepared meals, which means, sitting at the table and eating together like a family. I LOVE it, but I never do it if it's just my husband and me (or an exchange student who gets to fend for himself, like my German kiddo that I had for 10 months).
I've been dragging at the gym, though. I guess it's just hard at the beginning of the week, because I'm breaking up my sleep, and it wears me down just enough to make a difference. Yesterday, I tried to focus on my fat crying, and pictured REBEKAHJOHNSON kickin' serious butt on the elliptical, but even those images just got me through another 10 minutes. Last night, I got to sleep through the night, and Little Sammy didn't even bother me, so hopefully, today, I will be fresh and ready to rock!
Sunday, July 03, 2011
I haven't gotten the headache.
I've been off the aspartame for three days. After one full day, I expected to have the terrible headache I'd gotten in the past when I was unwittingly off aspartame.
I can't imagine why not, but I sure am thankful!
It kind of makes me feel a little regretful that I waited so long. How much money could I have saved!
I have had one side effect, namely, I've been quite tired since I gave it up. I've been offsetting that with the Splenda-sweetened soda my husband has. It works wonders! I've only been having one a day, and only when I'm feeling very lethargic.
So, so far, so good!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
I think I'm ready.
I've been planning for the last several days to quit diet soda. I told my husband to not buy any more Diet Dr. Pepper, because I lose all control when I see it. So I've been drinking his soda since. I had two on Monday and Tuesday. I had one yesterday and today.
I'm going to get a crazy bad headache that won't go away with medication or sleep. I decided to do it today because I have a four-day weekend. I hope that the headache doesn't last that long. From the past experience, I'd say at least two days.
I'm still trying to figure out the logistics of everything. For instance, what do I drink when I am tired of water? I generally drink between 10 and 15 glasses of water a day. I'm going to get tired of it. I did last night. None of the usual answers sound interesting to me. Not Crystal Light, not cucumber, not lemon, not mint, especially not sparkling water ('cuz that's gross!)...so I don't know!
And the other thing, and I call it a "thing," because I don't know if it's an "issue," a "problem," or a "solution," or anything else, but I realized that some of the husband's pop is sweetened with Splenda.
Could I have one of those a day? Or is that a cop-out? What if I have a regular pop if I have calories leftover? What if it's a Throwback with real sugar? Do I really have to give it up altogether? I'm a little scared.
Monday, June 20, 2011
I have every intention of going to the gym today. I really do!
I have a new book to start on the bike, and I read the back before I got out of the car this morning, and it looks supremely interesting. I took a day off yesterday from working out, and two days is pushing it, especially if I want to duplicate last week's success.
I am in a really good mindset for the gym today. I really am!
But I am still going to ask a favor. Please comment on this blog like I'm trying to weasel out.
I am SO TIRED. And while I'm totally feeling it right now, I can totally see myself later saying, "I'm too tired. I did so good last week, I can take another day off. I won't eat too much tonight, promise. Com'on, let me go straight home if I promise not to smoke! But I have to go to bed early, and I want to spend time with Sammy, Judge Judy and Jem. My book doesn't look THAT good; I should have brought my magazine instead. I'll bring my magazine tomorrow. Then, I can go to the gym. My arm still hurts. I'm hungry. I'll do strength training at home...really, I will! Even though my arm still hurts..." and whatever else.
I know me. I've spent many a morning into early afternoon being jazzed about the gym. Not just resigned to it, but actually happy to be going, just to see it fizzle with the afternoon slump, a bad phone call, or a traffic jam. And my afternoon slump is starting early, like, an hour and a half ago.
If it happens that I start to feel weasley, I'll have your comments to look at. And because I asked for them, I can't disappoint, right?
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