Son of a Beach?

So this Friday is my last day in this particular pit of Purdue. I have basically attempted to just keep my head down and avoid the flack and canon fodder known as the office mate and the boss snarking at each other periodically since day two on this particular assignment. At times I have decided the boss can be a little too abrupt, impatient, and make assumptions that aren’t correct; yet he’s made up his mind ~ there’s no reason for one to attempt an explanation. Simply put, he’s made up his mind, don’t bother with getting your side of the story and/or assumption he’s made already. I essentially sit here feeling like I have done or am doing something wrong whenever he gets flustered and walks away. This is especially so when he’s feeling like I am part of some conspiracy or “purposely” didn’t write a message as specifically as he would like. Well hell, get some friggen voice mail set up to your phone and take your own messages. No one wants to leave me a detailed message when they want to talk to him. Plain and simple, such is life and Friday couldn’t get here fast enough.

It gets better though. After I leave here, the office mate is still here, stuck in this job for a minimum of 6 months. The boss does want her out of here; he wants her gone due to the shenanigans of yore. Only the kicker is, because he filed a grievance, she can’t apply out of this office for 6 months due to some screwy Purdue HR policy. The boss wants the grievance to stick, so he’s not dropping it, yet he’s stuck with her because he won’t drop it so she can apply out of the office. HAH! HAH! I say HAH! What better way to stick yourself in the eye than be so stubborn that you can’t get what you want? It makes me giggle at the moment. Yet the boss’s comment about, let me see if I can paraphrase this one, “Despite some people thinking I am a son of a bitch, I am not the bad person you might think I am.” M’Kay, I never said he was, perhaps the office mate may think and feel that way, but I am genuinely trying to stay clear of this crap y’all have but me in the middle of; it’s really not appreciated actually.

Sadly the situation is just that, sad, two somewhat decent and nice people can’t get along. It’s tough on the rest of the faculty that happen to like the office mate and get along with her really well. Apparently there’s always been some kind of tension with this two and when he became acting department head, things just kinda boiled over without the veteran office assistant to buffer things. And people wonder why we’re at war in Iraq (or embroiled in disagreement with extremists and the like for that matter) when they can’t get along in their own friggen office?! ARRG!

You’d think I have PMS the way I am feeling right now. That was a few weeks ago and I didn’t feel nearly so cranky about this place at the time. I look forward to starting at a new location on campus simply because I am tired of the tension and the feeling of being caught in the middle. The rest of the faculty are pretty spiff and have good attitudes; did I mention they seem far more laid back than the boss? Conversations are much more relaxing and fun. Kudos to this department’s faculty!

Meanwhile I am counting down the minute and hours and days and moments to when I can get the hell out of here for the weekend and out of this particular office. I can hardly wait for that to happen. I hope the next office will be a bit more relaxed and less neurotic. I heard clerical is drama filled and a bit neurotic at Purdue, I sometimes think it’s the faculty that make the peons neurotic. REALLY! After three weeks here, I am beginning to believe that’s quite possibly true. Oh well. I need to make myself busy with something else now. Yeah right!

Tammolly ~ Master Thumb Twiddler

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin