Wasted Time
One of the things I hate about my job right now is that I get dragged into a bunch of meetings that I really don't fucking need to be in. As an administrator, I basically do the running of shit. Since I do the running for three program areas, I'm usually the "doer" while everyone else gets to dream and brainstorm. That suits me fine. But let me get the fuck on with it, hmm?
Some of the new bright young things seem to labor under the misapprehension that just because life is shiny and new for them, the rest of us want to hear about their adventures. I don't. I hate having my time wasted. And if I have to sit through a meeting, I don't want to hear people start blathering on about unrelated shit. Their weekend, their puppy dog, their children who are growing like weeds. Now, I don't mean to sound like I don't care, but...well, I don't. I don't have kids, a fancy house, a rich, full family life that I can brag about to everyone (my family lives 200 miles away), and what I DO have is pretty much my business.
And speaking of business, that's what we're here for, so let's cut the chit-chat and get this show on the road, shall we? (Instead of verbalizing these hostile sentiments, I usually just look at my watch. They get the point.)
*Sigh*
I remember years ago when I first came and had all kinds of energy and ambition. Before I turned into the dried-out, used-up, hopeless hunk of shit you see before you now...
Some of the new bright young things seem to labor under the misapprehension that just because life is shiny and new for them, the rest of us want to hear about their adventures. I don't. I hate having my time wasted. And if I have to sit through a meeting, I don't want to hear people start blathering on about unrelated shit. Their weekend, their puppy dog, their children who are growing like weeds. Now, I don't mean to sound like I don't care, but...well, I don't. I don't have kids, a fancy house, a rich, full family life that I can brag about to everyone (my family lives 200 miles away), and what I DO have is pretty much my business.
And speaking of business, that's what we're here for, so let's cut the chit-chat and get this show on the road, shall we? (Instead of verbalizing these hostile sentiments, I usually just look at my watch. They get the point.)
*Sigh*
I remember years ago when I first came and had all kinds of energy and ambition. Before I turned into the dried-out, used-up, hopeless hunk of shit you see before you now...
posted by Aaron at 1:53 PM
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So I guess you don't want to hear about the really cute thing my cat did on Sunday, huh?
If it doesn't involve a furball, then no.
Shit.
It doesn't.
But there is a really cute faux fur mouse involved.
Make it a remote-controlled rolling mouse like Sophie (my cat) has, and we'll talk. (Even though she lost interest in it after the first 10 minutes.)
I'm too cheap to invest in those Rolls Royce toys. I just give her the plastic rings off of milk jugs. Those occupy her interest for about the same amount of time and are free with the gallon jug.
I didn't actually buy the remote-controlled mouse...my aunt gave it to me after her dog lost similar interest. It's in a box now...
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