I took the day off work yesterday. Being single, not having as much disposable income as I would like to travel away from this place, every year I end up having holidays left to take into the fall/winter. Unlike most of my coworkers, who use theirs up around their kids' schedules (and have a mate's income to contribute to travel expenses). I had 2 days left to take, and Friday was one of those days. You should have heard the jealousy in my coworkers' tones as they wished me a good day - "I wish I could take another day off...." "Why don't you?" "I don't have any holidays left." Awwwwww.
Back in the summer, my company scored a deal with a gym in our city, a corporate membership deal. My company has, I would estimate, about 70 people throughout our 5 divisions. Not the biggest, but not small, either. (Can you believe it's a family business? I still can't. I've worked for family businesses. And they suck. This company is the true exception, and I tell everyone who asks as much.) So, part of the deal was, 10 people had to sign up. Ten. And the deal includes family members. We get a discount, and the company is contributing a portion. In the end, I pay $25 a month, which is deducted from my pay cheque. This is cheaper than a membership to the YMCA.
So, I signed up, once I found out where it was located (I work and live downtown, and I don't own a car. Easy accessibility is a requirement.). After the mad signup rush, there was a total of 8 people. EIGHT. Out of 70. Oh wait, one of those 8 was a spouse, not an employee. Pa.The.Tic. I shook my head A LOT that day.
I am someone who needs to lose weight. I'm not obese. But I can definitely stand to lose 25 to 30 pounds. Age is catching up to me, and is affecting my metabolism.
So, I figured it was about time I visited The Gym. See what I signed up for. And that was what I did on Friday.
Once I found it (which wasn't too hard), I went in and was greeted with a big smile, but not an overwhelming personality. I walked up and handed her the form I'd been told to take with me (that has been tucked in my purse for 3 months). She asked if I'd like a tour. Sure, why not? So, she calls Ryan to come show me around. She was sure to tell him I'm a "corporate" member. Ahhhh, that's what that form was for.
Do you have ANY idea what corporate membership means? I found out. Yowza. The Gym offers all these classes, that I can take at no additional charge. Every day, there's something. I need variety, or I get bored quickly. And most importantly, these classes are offered at times that I can actually attend. When I've looked into classes elsewhere, they always started at 5:00 or so; my work day ends at 5:00.
There's tanning beds, a spa, a place to iron my clothes... all included. What's not included is the massage therapist (which they made sure to note, is included in my work's medical benefits.). And they offer personal trainers (not included, natch).
I have 3 appointments next week, for various training in programs. Included in the corporate membership (turns out the stretching course is offered to everyone, so I signed up for that one as well.).
My luck with quitting smoking didn't pan out. This time. Let's see how this Gym one goes. Once again, I'll ask you to wish me luck. Don't ask me to post "before" pictures. I'll take a couple for my own use & enjoyment. If all goes on a good track, I may share with you.......
Saturday, October 30, 2010
The True Story of....
I love to read. I have a decent collection of books, but am trying to curb the book-spending, so have started visiting the library again. I've been stuck on autobiographies for a couple years now, and just can't stop indulging in the true stories of famous people, as told by themselves. Not biographies, those books written by people about other people. Those are always missing something. And I especially detest "unauthorized" biographies. Those writers are nothing more than glamourized gossip columnists. Instead of reading an unauthorized biography, I'd rather wait years for that person to finally choose to tell their own story.
Right now, I'm working on 3 books (yes, three.). 1. I, Tina - Tina Turner; 2. Wonderful Tonight - Pattie Boyd (mostly talks about her marriages to George Harrison and Eric Clapton), and 3. How I Lost 5 Pounds in 6 Years - Tom Arnold. I borrowed #2 and 3 from the library at the same time, and am reading Pattie's book first. Tom will wait a little bit. But then, I got a call from the library last week, saying that Tina's book had arrived, and was waiting for me to sign out. So I'm reading #1 and 2 at the same time.
Last week, I read To Hell and Back - Meat Loaf, in less than 3 days. Great book. I highly recommend it.
My personal collection is varied. Here's my Top 5 favourites of those I own:
1. The Dirt - Motley Crue (and most everyone who had read this will agree it deserves top spot. Read it. But if you do read it, keep it away from minors. It should come with a parental warning on the cover.)
2. Heroin Diaries - Nikki Sixx (Best to read this after The Dirt, when you gain an appreciation for Nikki Sixx's story telling abilities. It's deep and very dark, but ends on a positive note - he's alive. I love Nikki Sixx. Number one on my list of things to do before I die is to meet Nikki Sixx. Number 2 on that list is to french kiss him. And I know I'm not the only one with this wish.)
3. Hitman - David Foster (An amazing music man, Canadian, nonetheless. The man responsible for bringing many big music stars to the spotlight, including Michael Buble. He's arrogant, but is totally allowed to be.)
4. Hitman - Bret Hart (Yes, two books by the same name, by two Canadians, telling very different stories.)
5. Slash by Slash (I love rock star autobiographies. This story was surprising. Behind the big black hair and top hat is a very talented man who is also lucky to be alive.)
Close but not quite:
6. The Chris Farley Show (not an autobiography, because he died before this was written. It's in the same format as The Dirt, with many people adding their personal experiences to the mix.)
7. The Hardest (Working) Man in Show Business - Ron Jeremy (the porn star. A little too much name dropping for my liking. But considering what he does, and how he looks, he's got a lot of friends in high places.)
Keith Richards' book comes out next week. I can't wait. That will be a goooood one.
Right now, I'm working on 3 books (yes, three.). 1. I, Tina - Tina Turner; 2. Wonderful Tonight - Pattie Boyd (mostly talks about her marriages to George Harrison and Eric Clapton), and 3. How I Lost 5 Pounds in 6 Years - Tom Arnold. I borrowed #2 and 3 from the library at the same time, and am reading Pattie's book first. Tom will wait a little bit. But then, I got a call from the library last week, saying that Tina's book had arrived, and was waiting for me to sign out. So I'm reading #1 and 2 at the same time.
Last week, I read To Hell and Back - Meat Loaf, in less than 3 days. Great book. I highly recommend it.
My personal collection is varied. Here's my Top 5 favourites of those I own:
1. The Dirt - Motley Crue (and most everyone who had read this will agree it deserves top spot. Read it. But if you do read it, keep it away from minors. It should come with a parental warning on the cover.)
2. Heroin Diaries - Nikki Sixx (Best to read this after The Dirt, when you gain an appreciation for Nikki Sixx's story telling abilities. It's deep and very dark, but ends on a positive note - he's alive. I love Nikki Sixx. Number one on my list of things to do before I die is to meet Nikki Sixx. Number 2 on that list is to french kiss him. And I know I'm not the only one with this wish.)
3. Hitman - David Foster (An amazing music man, Canadian, nonetheless. The man responsible for bringing many big music stars to the spotlight, including Michael Buble. He's arrogant, but is totally allowed to be.)
4. Hitman - Bret Hart (Yes, two books by the same name, by two Canadians, telling very different stories.)
5. Slash by Slash (I love rock star autobiographies. This story was surprising. Behind the big black hair and top hat is a very talented man who is also lucky to be alive.)
Close but not quite:
6. The Chris Farley Show (not an autobiography, because he died before this was written. It's in the same format as The Dirt, with many people adding their personal experiences to the mix.)
7. The Hardest (Working) Man in Show Business - Ron Jeremy (the porn star. A little too much name dropping for my liking. But considering what he does, and how he looks, he's got a lot of friends in high places.)
Keith Richards' book comes out next week. I can't wait. That will be a goooood one.
Mining - A Memory (October 10, 2010)
Today, I watched a news story with an update on the situation involving the trapped Chilean miners. They've been trapped underground for months now. While food and necessities have been delivered to them, the task of bringing them to the surface has not been an easy one. It's been quite an operation, one in which NASA has been involved, but they will begin the first attempt to bring them up early next week.
This story sparked a memory from my childhood. While I currently live in Winnipeg, I haven't always lived here. I was actually born & raised in a small mining community in northern Manitoba. In the '80's, there were many accidents that claimed men's lives. Being the small town it was, I knew every single one of these men, whether our families were close or not. In Snow Lake, there were no strangers.
Here's the memory: February 1985. I was in grade 5. That morning, I was in French class. My mom was teaching us that day (she was a substitute teacher). Believe me when I say this has a bit of significance. So we're in class, when suddenly we hear a loud scream. The kind you hear in movies, when somebody gets bad news. My mom went out in the hallway to find out what was going on. When she came back in the room, she had her hand on her chest and tears in her eyes. My mom was a stoic woman. She rarely showed emotion. So I knew it was bad. That's when she told us of a man who was killed in a mining accident that morning. The scream came from his daughter, who was in grade 7 or 8.
The man who was killed, Mr. E., lived down the street from our family. His son grew up with my oldest brothers. The families were somewhat close.
This day was a year minus one day after the death of his wife, the girl's mother. This is where the significance of my mother's presence comes in. My mom was 15 when her mom passed away. She was the youngest in her family, with 2 older brothers. As the only girl, this event led to a silent role she carried for the rest of her life. She always had room in her heart for girls who lost their mothers. So for that year less a day, she kept a watchful eye on K.
Our class was dismissed soon after. She quickly went to K, to offer what she could.
The scream, the crying, was the last we saw or heard of K. Her older brother had already left home, so she was taken to live with family elsewhere.
Of all the men lost, this is the one that touches my heart when I remember it. It was around this time that this mining company started to work on their safety measures, and become more diligent with following rules and regulations. I think for the last 25 years, they have lost less miners in work related accidents, than they did in that 5 year span in the 80's. The mine has won a number of safety awards and competitions.
While watching the story of the Chilean miners, I appreciate most the comaraderie of these men, as well as their families and friends who have been waiting to see their men again. I truly hope all of the men are saved, that the rescue is successful, and that these men are able to recover, with time and help.
This story sparked a memory from my childhood. While I currently live in Winnipeg, I haven't always lived here. I was actually born & raised in a small mining community in northern Manitoba. In the '80's, there were many accidents that claimed men's lives. Being the small town it was, I knew every single one of these men, whether our families were close or not. In Snow Lake, there were no strangers.
Here's the memory: February 1985. I was in grade 5. That morning, I was in French class. My mom was teaching us that day (she was a substitute teacher). Believe me when I say this has a bit of significance. So we're in class, when suddenly we hear a loud scream. The kind you hear in movies, when somebody gets bad news. My mom went out in the hallway to find out what was going on. When she came back in the room, she had her hand on her chest and tears in her eyes. My mom was a stoic woman. She rarely showed emotion. So I knew it was bad. That's when she told us of a man who was killed in a mining accident that morning. The scream came from his daughter, who was in grade 7 or 8.
The man who was killed, Mr. E., lived down the street from our family. His son grew up with my oldest brothers. The families were somewhat close.
This day was a year minus one day after the death of his wife, the girl's mother. This is where the significance of my mother's presence comes in. My mom was 15 when her mom passed away. She was the youngest in her family, with 2 older brothers. As the only girl, this event led to a silent role she carried for the rest of her life. She always had room in her heart for girls who lost their mothers. So for that year less a day, she kept a watchful eye on K.
Our class was dismissed soon after. She quickly went to K, to offer what she could.
The scream, the crying, was the last we saw or heard of K. Her older brother had already left home, so she was taken to live with family elsewhere.
Of all the men lost, this is the one that touches my heart when I remember it. It was around this time that this mining company started to work on their safety measures, and become more diligent with following rules and regulations. I think for the last 25 years, they have lost less miners in work related accidents, than they did in that 5 year span in the 80's. The mine has won a number of safety awards and competitions.
While watching the story of the Chilean miners, I appreciate most the comaraderie of these men, as well as their families and friends who have been waiting to see their men again. I truly hope all of the men are saved, that the rescue is successful, and that these men are able to recover, with time and help.
Moneymoneymoneymoneymoney (August 31, 2010)
I got a raise!!!
Finally, I can "say" it out loud. I can't say anything at work, because anyone who didn't get one, or may be waiting to hear, might get their noses out of joint. I can't say anything on that other social networking site I frequent, because I have one coworker on their as my friend. Well, she is my friend... don't want to mislead you....
I work in commercial property management, and I'm an assistant to a property manager. WARNING: Potential yawn inducing information to follow. A person, a family, group of people, business buys up a warehouse, a mall, a building where businesses lease space. The owner hires our company to manage the property on their behalf. Some big buildings, some small. A very busy business, either way. My manager is the senior manager. Whatever that means. I still don't know. I've been at my job for over 3 years. We're an interesting team. Boss and I are close in age, and that's about all we have in common. So, we're not distracted with any personal stuff, for the most part. It's just work. Boss has taught me everything I know about commercial property management. I brace myself for the day he leaves. Because it will happen, someday. I'm betting on it. Me, I'm staying put.
Some people work for money. Hookers, for example. Of course, it's best to earn enough money to live comfortably, so that the bills get paid, the roof stays over the head, there's some food in the fridge. I've been earning a salary that allows me to live.... okay.... sure, I'd always like more, but there's always a catch: be prepared to give up more of your life, the more they pay you! The more they pay you, the more they own you. That's my theory.
On a more serious note, I'm pretty good at my job. There's always room for improvement. And I am my own biggest critic. My review had a number of good points on it, and some areas where I improved (my personality). I worked on my weaknesses, and am happy the powers that be have seen an improvement.
I wasn't going to ask for a raise this year, nor did I expect one. My next concern is, I don't want to be paid too much. Does that sound weird? Welcome to my mind!
My raise was retroactive, so today's pay had a big chunk of money added to it. My next pay will be much more accurate.
Thanks for letting me share this info here. It's been a massive weight I've been carrying around for a week now. Phewf.
Finally, I can "say" it out loud. I can't say anything at work, because anyone who didn't get one, or may be waiting to hear, might get their noses out of joint. I can't say anything on that other social networking site I frequent, because I have one coworker on their as my friend. Well, she is my friend... don't want to mislead you....
I work in commercial property management, and I'm an assistant to a property manager. WARNING: Potential yawn inducing information to follow. A person, a family, group of people, business buys up a warehouse, a mall, a building where businesses lease space. The owner hires our company to manage the property on their behalf. Some big buildings, some small. A very busy business, either way. My manager is the senior manager. Whatever that means. I still don't know. I've been at my job for over 3 years. We're an interesting team. Boss and I are close in age, and that's about all we have in common. So, we're not distracted with any personal stuff, for the most part. It's just work. Boss has taught me everything I know about commercial property management. I brace myself for the day he leaves. Because it will happen, someday. I'm betting on it. Me, I'm staying put.
Some people work for money. Hookers, for example. Of course, it's best to earn enough money to live comfortably, so that the bills get paid, the roof stays over the head, there's some food in the fridge. I've been earning a salary that allows me to live.... okay.... sure, I'd always like more, but there's always a catch: be prepared to give up more of your life, the more they pay you! The more they pay you, the more they own you. That's my theory.
On a more serious note, I'm pretty good at my job. There's always room for improvement. And I am my own biggest critic. My review had a number of good points on it, and some areas where I improved (my personality). I worked on my weaknesses, and am happy the powers that be have seen an improvement.
I wasn't going to ask for a raise this year, nor did I expect one. My next concern is, I don't want to be paid too much. Does that sound weird? Welcome to my mind!
My raise was retroactive, so today's pay had a big chunk of money added to it. My next pay will be much more accurate.
Thanks for letting me share this info here. It's been a massive weight I've been carrying around for a week now. Phewf.
The Emmy Awards 2010 (August 29, 2010)
I love televised awards shows. Tonight it was the Emmy Awards.
I don't care for the red carpet. That bores me. Random celebrities telling us how cheap they are with their borrowed dresses and borrowed jewellery. Wanda Sykes threw us a curveball, however - she BOUGHT her dress. Supporting the economy, she said. I wish she'd said "I have a job that pays me lots and lots of money, and I have no excuse for borrowing a dress. Except that maybe I'm not as big a star as I think, and no designer offered to lend me something."
There was only one award I was really looking forward to. The variety/music program. Conan O'Brien's former late night television show was nominated. You know, the one he got bumped from to give Jay Leno his old time slot back when he proved he truly sucked in an earlier time (but NBC was too chicken shit to actually admit that.). Jay Leno wasn't nominated. I feel it's important to state this. Leading into this category, they showed a number of clips from various shows. A number of them made reference to Conan, or more specifically, his (and other hosts') reaction to the screw job. "Screw Job" was the term coined by SNL's Seth Meyers, in one of those clips.
I am a big Conan O'Brien fan. He makes me laugh out loud. He has a style of humour that is sometimes dry, other times self deprecating. It's like he says "Hey, I laugh at myself, so you can laugh at me too." He should never have been bumped from the Tonight Show. Leno should have been told his time was up, too bad, so sad, here's your pension, now go away, buh bye. But I guess enough old ladies out there are still alive and have nothing better to do than flood NBC's phone lines and web site if they're not happy. Hey, that kind of explains why the rest of NBC's shows suck for the most part. Right?
Conan didn't win. Jon Stewart did. Again. I think this was the 4th year in a row.
One surprise I enjoyed was Jim Parsons' win for lead actor for Big Bang Theory. And Modern Family's multiple wins. These are two shows that I enjoy, if I stumble upon them in the TV lineup (in other words, they're not part of my regular TV watching schedule.
Tom Hanks was there. He accepted the award his TV miniseries won. What was it called.....? Dunno. Don't care. His spray tan was bordering on orange. And I really wish he'd stuck with his DaVinci Code hair style. It took 10 years off his appearance.
Martin Short didn't win the award he was nominated for. I think it was guest male in a dramatic role. I think he should have won solely because he was in a non-comedic role. The man who did win, I was really hoping he would give Martin a shout out. Martin wasn't at the awards, as his wife passed away last week. I think if Catherine O'Hara had won her nomination (I think it was also for guesting in a dramatic role), she would have said something. You see, they go waaaaay back. They were on SCTV together. For all you non-Canadians, or anyone under the age of 30, that was a Canadian comedy sketch show from the 70s / 80s, that introduced us to the likes of Short, O'Hara, Eugene Levy, and the late great John Candy. And the characters Bob and Doug McKenzie (take off, eh.). Martin's Ed Grimley role, that he played on SNL in the mid-80s, was created originally for and played on SCTV.
The "In Memoriam" section always tears me up. Even more so this year, with Jewel singing a song that she wrote about a friend that passed away. The song is not recorded anywhere, and the Emmy crew allowed her to sing it anyways. It was beautiful. And, it must have grasped everyone else's attention, because the audience kept their applause to the bare minimum. That applause has always driven me bonkers.
And finally...... Neil Patrick Harris won for his hosting of the Emmy's last year. That was the BEST awards show I've watched in years. He's so talented. And so damn handsome. Doogie done growed up good.
(Yes. I know he's homosexual. He has babies coming.)
I hated Jimmy Fallon on SNL. Don't care for his late night show. But I tolerated his hosting abilities. Let's start a campaign to bring Neil back next year, so he can sing and dance and show off his subtle hotness!! Yah!!
I don't care for the red carpet. That bores me. Random celebrities telling us how cheap they are with their borrowed dresses and borrowed jewellery. Wanda Sykes threw us a curveball, however - she BOUGHT her dress. Supporting the economy, she said. I wish she'd said "I have a job that pays me lots and lots of money, and I have no excuse for borrowing a dress. Except that maybe I'm not as big a star as I think, and no designer offered to lend me something."
There was only one award I was really looking forward to. The variety/music program. Conan O'Brien's former late night television show was nominated. You know, the one he got bumped from to give Jay Leno his old time slot back when he proved he truly sucked in an earlier time (but NBC was too chicken shit to actually admit that.). Jay Leno wasn't nominated. I feel it's important to state this. Leading into this category, they showed a number of clips from various shows. A number of them made reference to Conan, or more specifically, his (and other hosts') reaction to the screw job. "Screw Job" was the term coined by SNL's Seth Meyers, in one of those clips.
I am a big Conan O'Brien fan. He makes me laugh out loud. He has a style of humour that is sometimes dry, other times self deprecating. It's like he says "Hey, I laugh at myself, so you can laugh at me too." He should never have been bumped from the Tonight Show. Leno should have been told his time was up, too bad, so sad, here's your pension, now go away, buh bye. But I guess enough old ladies out there are still alive and have nothing better to do than flood NBC's phone lines and web site if they're not happy. Hey, that kind of explains why the rest of NBC's shows suck for the most part. Right?
Conan didn't win. Jon Stewart did. Again. I think this was the 4th year in a row.
One surprise I enjoyed was Jim Parsons' win for lead actor for Big Bang Theory. And Modern Family's multiple wins. These are two shows that I enjoy, if I stumble upon them in the TV lineup (in other words, they're not part of my regular TV watching schedule.
Tom Hanks was there. He accepted the award his TV miniseries won. What was it called.....? Dunno. Don't care. His spray tan was bordering on orange. And I really wish he'd stuck with his DaVinci Code hair style. It took 10 years off his appearance.
Martin Short didn't win the award he was nominated for. I think it was guest male in a dramatic role. I think he should have won solely because he was in a non-comedic role. The man who did win, I was really hoping he would give Martin a shout out. Martin wasn't at the awards, as his wife passed away last week. I think if Catherine O'Hara had won her nomination (I think it was also for guesting in a dramatic role), she would have said something. You see, they go waaaaay back. They were on SCTV together. For all you non-Canadians, or anyone under the age of 30, that was a Canadian comedy sketch show from the 70s / 80s, that introduced us to the likes of Short, O'Hara, Eugene Levy, and the late great John Candy. And the characters Bob and Doug McKenzie (take off, eh.). Martin's Ed Grimley role, that he played on SNL in the mid-80s, was created originally for and played on SCTV.
The "In Memoriam" section always tears me up. Even more so this year, with Jewel singing a song that she wrote about a friend that passed away. The song is not recorded anywhere, and the Emmy crew allowed her to sing it anyways. It was beautiful. And, it must have grasped everyone else's attention, because the audience kept their applause to the bare minimum. That applause has always driven me bonkers.
And finally...... Neil Patrick Harris won for his hosting of the Emmy's last year. That was the BEST awards show I've watched in years. He's so talented. And so damn handsome. Doogie done growed up good.
(Yes. I know he's homosexual. He has babies coming.)
I hated Jimmy Fallon on SNL. Don't care for his late night show. But I tolerated his hosting abilities. Let's start a campaign to bring Neil back next year, so he can sing and dance and show off his subtle hotness!! Yah!!
Play Nice, Now (August 13, 2010)
I am one of the many, many putzes in this world who works in an office. I've always known I would work in an office. Doing what, I didn't know. Now I do. I know, because I had to complete an Employment Evaluation recently. It's part of the standard annual review - you tell us first what exactly you do, and value you are to our company, and we'll decide whether or not you get a raise.
I've been with my company for over 3 years now. This is the 2nd evaluation I've completed. Don't stress yourself over the math; it doesn't add up. My company is somewhat lax on their diligence in completing annual reviews. No biggie, as far as I'm concerned. Because, after my first year with the company, I got a 13% raise. This was thanks in part to big mouths in my office group, yapping about their salaries. They got told to shut up. Some did, others didn't. So the powers that be said "Fine, wanna be like that? We're gonna mix it up. Some people's salaries are gonna change, and some aren't." Mine changed, drastically.
My response to the news was "FUCK ME!"
Since then, I've left the evaluations & salary alone. I figured if they had a problem with me or something I was doing, someone would tell me.
Mostly, I've been told "You're doing good" or "Good job" or "What would we do without you?" Wait, I lied. That last line should read "What would you do without me?" Me saying it, natch.
So anyways, I filled out this evaluation. Then I asked for another blank one, to start again. After leaving it alone for one day, I went back and realized my sarcastic comments about my manager might be misread. They might think I had a problem with him. Which I do, sometimes. But I decided, if I have a problem with him, maybe I should try talking to him first? Or, I'll wait til an actual sit-down meeting with the powers-that-be, and wait for him to ask me "How's it going with D?" Then I'll carefully broach the subject.
"D gossips too much. I still have to wait for him to finish chatting before I can talk to him about work."
This has been a problem since day one. D is a great person, someone that all the ladies in the office are drawn to, to talk about their problems, or to share their life stories. And he's too nice to tell them to go away.... or too nice to admit they annoy the piss out of him.
Maybe they don't annoy him. BUT because he's, you know, a man, I prefer to hold on to the belief that sometimes he doesn't want to listen to the girl crap. Please, let me be right. Please..........
Today, a comment was made about how well I held the fort down while he was away for a week. Yes, I did. I always do. I told them the secret to my success:
"I stopped caring."
They laughed. But in that laugh, I know they were acknowledging that this wasn't a total joke.
Maybe I should have written "I stopped caring" in my evaluation. Think they know me enough to know how to read it?
Nah......
Will I get a raise? Stay tuned......
I've been with my company for over 3 years now. This is the 2nd evaluation I've completed. Don't stress yourself over the math; it doesn't add up. My company is somewhat lax on their diligence in completing annual reviews. No biggie, as far as I'm concerned. Because, after my first year with the company, I got a 13% raise. This was thanks in part to big mouths in my office group, yapping about their salaries. They got told to shut up. Some did, others didn't. So the powers that be said "Fine, wanna be like that? We're gonna mix it up. Some people's salaries are gonna change, and some aren't." Mine changed, drastically.
My response to the news was "FUCK ME!"
Since then, I've left the evaluations & salary alone. I figured if they had a problem with me or something I was doing, someone would tell me.
Mostly, I've been told "You're doing good" or "Good job" or "What would we do without you?" Wait, I lied. That last line should read "What would you do without me?" Me saying it, natch.
So anyways, I filled out this evaluation. Then I asked for another blank one, to start again. After leaving it alone for one day, I went back and realized my sarcastic comments about my manager might be misread. They might think I had a problem with him. Which I do, sometimes. But I decided, if I have a problem with him, maybe I should try talking to him first? Or, I'll wait til an actual sit-down meeting with the powers-that-be, and wait for him to ask me "How's it going with D?" Then I'll carefully broach the subject.
"D gossips too much. I still have to wait for him to finish chatting before I can talk to him about work."
This has been a problem since day one. D is a great person, someone that all the ladies in the office are drawn to, to talk about their problems, or to share their life stories. And he's too nice to tell them to go away.... or too nice to admit they annoy the piss out of him.
Maybe they don't annoy him. BUT because he's, you know, a man, I prefer to hold on to the belief that sometimes he doesn't want to listen to the girl crap. Please, let me be right. Please..........
Today, a comment was made about how well I held the fort down while he was away for a week. Yes, I did. I always do. I told them the secret to my success:
"I stopped caring."
They laughed. But in that laugh, I know they were acknowledging that this wasn't a total joke.
Maybe I should have written "I stopped caring" in my evaluation. Think they know me enough to know how to read it?
Nah......
Will I get a raise? Stay tuned......
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