It's Just Work

When I'm at work, I'm preoccupied with work.

No. Really.

There's so much 'schitt' to do, sniffy bosses to see, "waste-of-my-time" meetings to go to, blah blah blah. That will pretty much take up about four hours of my prime time. The other half of the day, it's either I'm running around like a chicken without a head (because the person who is supposed to give me a 'hand' probably fell down the 'black hole of doom' -- that's what we call those "closed doors teleconferences" that last for a lifetime! ugh), or I'm mentoring a 'newbie' on "how to pay attention to the tutor when you're being tutored, demmmit! stop daydreaming." It's bad enough that this person's cognitive functions aren't working to his benefit, it's even worse when he does the "hands-on" then he fumbles through the keys. Sheeesh! I thought my mother is the only one who cannot find her way around campooooters LOL...but I'll be glad to tell her she ain't!! LOL.



Actually, that's really not the reason why I'm ranting LOL. (Sorry, I got carried away again!). What I'm trying to convey here is that I don't mind the work, the nature of the work, or the workload on my plate. The more preoccupied I am, the better. Time passes by quickly and it puts my brain cells to work. But when you have to deal with 'colleagues' who think they know everything that is in the book of Moses, and who treat you like you're just another lowbrow number off the streets -- that's truly aggravating.

In fairness to this person, we got along fairly well the first time I got on board. And even if she was from another department, we (and a couple more yappies) managed to eat lunch together as a group and chitchat while we share our lunches. (Aww. Just like high school.)

When we had the first inter-departmental meeting, she and I were both participants representing our departments. Maybe I came on a little too strong chanelling my point across (you know how squiggly and voluble I can get when I'm in a good mood). Perhaps that put her on a "whooooa" state of mind. (I wasn't being arrogant. I just get hyped up when I know my schitt -- and I do know my schitt.. so I was hyped up! LOL).

Then we talked about roles and responsibilities and titles and 'what-can-you-do', 'how-do-you-do-that', and schitt -- and things were not the same again after that. Go figure. According to the Ceeyanese book of "What Does It Mean When the Monkey Screams" ~ monkeys give out a screeching, shrilling howl when they feel that another monkey would get their banana. (Oh, for heaven's sake! Do I look like a monkey who steals bananas??? LOL).

Needless to say, the following interactions with her were more of a defiant show of colors, rather than working together as a team. And of course, nature has its own way of making our roads always cross -- just to aggravate the situation. Acck. What a dismay. It's has since then become a road block.

I tried to keep the interpersonal relationship to a "neutral"... so to speak.

It came to pass that I needed her approval signature on some documents (friggin' piece of crap). I dragged my butt into her dingy office and boy... Did I see that evil rejoicing in her face or what? Grrrr! I was at her mercy because I needed the approval pronto! Did you think she was not gonna do it? (cliffhanger)