Wednesday, September 10, 2008

I'm Wearing my Cranky Pants.

I have a thousand little piss-ant tasks at work today. I love it when my VP randomly decides to get involved. 95 % of the time she's perfectly content to either pretend my department doesn't exist, or that she doesn't actually have a job at all. In fact, when I think to myself, "I wonder if VP is coming in today?" I usually assume she's not. And I'm right more often than I'm wrong.
But the other 5% of the time, she gets a bug in her ear and decides it's time to make some changes! Problem being, she has no idea what I do, how I do it, or why either of those things should matter. Better yet, she has no concept of the basic principles of design, writing, selling, or any other part of the AD/PR world. But she sure thinks she does. Like when she decides that something on the home page of our website needs to "stand out more," so we should use 12 different type-faces. *shudder* But, I'm just the graphics/content monkey, so I'll do what she wants and conveniently leave the site out of my portfolio.

Last week I was having a hard time. I was tired, and angry and I really needed a day off. Especially knowing that the weekend would be anything but restful. I talked to my boss who told me that it wasn't possible, since we needed "coverage" for our department. Which means he wanted to leave early...again.
Dude. Our "department" consists of two people. There are going to be times that we both aren't here. And since you're the guy with the "Director" title, you are the emergency contact. I don't get paid enough to give out my contact numbers. So, why the sudden desire to have "coverage?" Hell if I know. What I do know, is that I'm being lectured about wanting to take a personal day, using MY off time, from the guy who hasn't been here past 2 pm in two weeks. Dude, bite me.

A few weeks ago, I wanted to take a half day since my oldest friend was in town with her mother. They were only stopping through, and had a couple of hours to spare for lunch. We've known each other since pre-school, and her parents were my surrogate parents since we were 4 years old. Her mother has never even met Warren. I explained the situation to my boss, and he said it wasn't possible. He needed to leave early for a "doctor's appointment" and someone had to be here. I was miffed, but I understood. I stopped understanding when I realized that his "appointment" wasn't an appointment at all. He was going to do a walk-in, and he left 40 minutes before I did. Totally bogus.

Not that my boss is a bad guy, or even doing anything out of line. He's the boss. He's allowed to make those calls. And I really enjoy working with him. But that doesn't mean I can't bitch a little about the parts that bug me. Mostly, I'm just cranky. So, no time off for Coley. But really, I think that might actually punish him more than me, since I haven't exactly been a laugh riot lately. So, yeah, deny my requests for time off all you want. You are the one who has to work with me and my grouchy ass.

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