11-02-2012, 02:20 PM
My frustration and irritation with my boss continues. I made a legitimate mistake, and email went unnoticed for several days. The requester escalated, and through various forwards, got to him, and he went off. I was calm through his tirade, nonreactive, which gave him no purchase to unbalance me during the conversation, however he wants to have a discussion in person when he returns from India, where he is headed tonight through next week.
This man has no regard for the loading or stress of his employees, and does not allow for any error level. He does not understand that I've handled hundreds of these requests, and that having one fail is still >99% success rate.
Lately I've been very tired, and I've found myself flirting lightly with Tammy: it happens before I realize what I've done. Over our corporate IM, she asked if I was around, and I fired back "You calling me fat? That's mean." "Yep LOL" "There goes my Borat movie audition" "Ewww" "That's what you get for calling me fat."
Later, I borrowed her thumb drive to move some files between laptops, and she said she wasn't sure what was on the drive right now. I said I didn't look because it's none of my business. She replies "There's nothing wild on there" so I fire back "Definitely not a good idea to bring your wild stuff to work and share it with colleagues" "yeah, no"
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I'm playing with matches in a fireworks factory.
I think some of it is related to her desperation, which has to be making her squirt out high levels of pheromones. I suspect that, because this only comes up when I've recently had a face to face conversation with her. Normally I sit 40yards away, and when I didn't visit her desk, there was NO inclination to flirt. I know she hasn't even been asked out on a date in years, which means there's a backlog of tension screaming for a release. That means that there would be very little resistance to my advances and a high level of confidence in success.
At the same time, crazy is crazy, and the path of destruction that would create in my life would be like an F5 tornado lingering over Dallas for an hour. A buddy suggested I should go out and start chatting up really hot women under the age of 30 so that she's less appealing by contrast. Another buddy called it a false market: because I'm so busy with work, my kids, and relaxing in non-social activities, she's the hottest thing in my recent experience, so the bell curve pushes her up to a 10, when in reality she's much lower. It's a statistical error that my sample size is too small.
Time to make myself accountable: I will get out for at least one social experience during the next week, or at the very least get a few dances at the club so I adjust the curve back toward the norm.
This man has no regard for the loading or stress of his employees, and does not allow for any error level. He does not understand that I've handled hundreds of these requests, and that having one fail is still >99% success rate.
Lately I've been very tired, and I've found myself flirting lightly with Tammy: it happens before I realize what I've done. Over our corporate IM, she asked if I was around, and I fired back "You calling me fat? That's mean." "Yep LOL" "There goes my Borat movie audition" "Ewww" "That's what you get for calling me fat."
Later, I borrowed her thumb drive to move some files between laptops, and she said she wasn't sure what was on the drive right now. I said I didn't look because it's none of my business. She replies "There's nothing wild on there" so I fire back "Definitely not a good idea to bring your wild stuff to work and share it with colleagues" "yeah, no"
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I'm playing with matches in a fireworks factory.
I think some of it is related to her desperation, which has to be making her squirt out high levels of pheromones. I suspect that, because this only comes up when I've recently had a face to face conversation with her. Normally I sit 40yards away, and when I didn't visit her desk, there was NO inclination to flirt. I know she hasn't even been asked out on a date in years, which means there's a backlog of tension screaming for a release. That means that there would be very little resistance to my advances and a high level of confidence in success.
At the same time, crazy is crazy, and the path of destruction that would create in my life would be like an F5 tornado lingering over Dallas for an hour. A buddy suggested I should go out and start chatting up really hot women under the age of 30 so that she's less appealing by contrast. Another buddy called it a false market: because I'm so busy with work, my kids, and relaxing in non-social activities, she's the hottest thing in my recent experience, so the bell curve pushes her up to a 10, when in reality she's much lower. It's a statistical error that my sample size is too small.
Time to make myself accountable: I will get out for at least one social experience during the next week, or at the very least get a few dances at the club so I adjust the curve back toward the norm.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway