WOW... So it just so happens that I had an interesting experience today. More interesting to me than anyone else I guess. I was sorting mail for our department and right now we're getting 1099 forms for us to file in our records. Not only are we getting 1099s, we're getting return W-2 forms because stupid people don't update their information after leaving Purdue and they come back to us. Jeez... I go through and open all of this stuff to look at what needs to be filed. Just so happens someone's stuff came here from where Adam works. I recognized the name and saw that it was a W-2 form that they were likely waiting for ALL MONTH LONG. I know I have not been the most patient person this year waiting for my W-2 information from 3 employers and unemployment. UGH! I just wanted to know if I was going to owe, break even, or get some cash back for once! Turns out, I am getting cash back, which is nice! :)
Anyhoo, I call Adam to make sure that person still worked there and then spoke with that person to let them know we had their W-2. From there, we made some arrangements and it is now in the correct hands. I for one am just glad it did not wind up somewhere it did not belong and in the wrong hands. I mean your whole life is on that W-2 and someone could just take your identity information and go to town on your behalf and not in a good way. I know this whole thing was alarming to the person, but I explained it was my job to open stuff and she didn't have to worry about confidentiality of her income information. At least she didn't have to order a duplicate W-2 and wonder what happened to her stuff. I mean, I could have just put it in another envelope with no explanation and mailed it back to her. I am not that mean! Besides, perhaps if I ever apply there again, my resume' might just stick out a little more for being so nice. So it wasn't an entirely altruistic intention I guess.
Onto other news. There stands a slight possibility that Adam might take on a promotion that may or may not come up within the next year. The positive is, it would be what he was hired on to do in the first place and he would be making more money. The possible negative is, he might have to move to corporate headquarters in north central Indiana. :( I don't object to this idea, mainly because I would not only go with him, I want to be with him. So moving isn't such a big deal when you get to do it with someone else. It's an altogether different calculation when you're moving alone because it's not as much fun and a lonely thought to process.
This will also make life interesting in the SCA since I will be closer to my fencing teacher. It also means some work to do with the group in that area since they don't have a regular practice if any at all. I looked at their web site before and I noticed you had to call to arrange for a practice because they just didn't have a regular practice set up. Eh? They are an odd lot up there; I've always heard that about them along with some other negative things. So it would be encouraged, nay-nay, required of me by my Warder that I get things moving along with that group if we were to move. Fun! Isn't it?
Not much else to ramble about. OOH! New hot water heater! No more night before work showers and waking up like a zombie for the day because I didn't get a hot shower in the morning. wOOt! Ooh and boiler explosion, or at least it sounded like an explosion this morning when the power went out on the entire campus. Someone, a moron of some kind, tripped a breaker that in turned tripped a shut down of a power grid, which in turn turned on the emergency pressure release for the boilers, which in turn made a really-really LOUD BOOM!. It made our windows, floors, and walls shake in our building since we’re right next to the damn power plant. Fun, yeah, anyone with any kind of post traumatic stress disorder issues probably shit themselves if they were anywhere nearby or in the elevators. The interviews have not returned back to me yet, I will hear from them within the next few weeks and if not, I will start calling back. One more interview tomorrow and then it's ALL DONE for now and just waiting to hear back. Yup, that's all I have to say now. =)
T~
...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…
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Wish Me Luck People!
I have more to do today than I know what to do with at the moment. Well, it's lunch time and I suppose that's a start in taking a break since I totally skipped my first break of the day to ensure some items were cut, stuffed, and mailed out by noon. I have another pile to do as well. This means lots and lots of crap to do. Supposedly, things are going to calm down at the end of the month. I don't know what that means for me just yet. Calming down mean I am gonna canned from here and move to another office again? :( That would suck ass, because the location for the morning commute is nice. First left onto campus and easy out the door to get home too. Then again, it's nowhere convenient to any place else on campus. I can't walk to Cafe' Vienna or McDonald's from here, not without losing a half hour to walking on my lunch hour. The walking, not such a bad thing, but the weather has finally turned cold enough to make me hesitate trekking about campus in dress shoes. Errrg.
Meanwhile, 20 minutes to go for lunch, I might have gotten to this sooner, but since one of the small nuclear kitchen devices (otherwise known as a microwave) was unplugged, the line was long in the break room to even heat lunch up. I then found out there was a second break room in the back of the office next to another set of rest rooms. wOOt! So then, I find out there are soda bottles rather than cans in the back break room. DOUBLE wOOt! I can get a bottle and not be so paranoid about people knocking over a soda can onto my desktop. Shite, that would suck, especially here. I doubt they are forgiving about dumping liquids into the computers.
I am still anticipating return interviews for WorkOne and First Steps. It hasn't been quite a week, but I am wondering what's going with the First Steps people, they said they were going to call back for a secondary interview to meet with another supervisor that could not make it to the last one. Joooy. I wonder if I should pester or just leave it alone. There is such a thing as overkill in following up. Again, not sure I want that particular job where I have to use the home I live in for work purposes. That, and I don't want to tear the shit up out of car with excessive mileage before it is paid off or traded-in. Sure, 44 cents a mile reimbursement, but I doubt that covers the repair costs and accelerated depreciation of the car. As if the normal rate of depreciation isn't bad enough, let me just take a sledge hammer to it. It would have the same cumulative value affect. Ugh. Somebody make up my mind for me!
Tomorrow is an actual Purdue Interview for a clerical position. What really cracks me up, they called me last week to see if I would take less than the desired hourly wage of 10.50 an hour. How much less we talking here? It would be $ 8.80-$9.84 an hour. OUCH! Yeah, I'll interview for the position, if it means the possibility of benefits, I'll interview for it. EEP! That's a scary thought. I'll be working next to another building I have worked in before. Fun-fun. The building is located near a faster route into campus than the other buildings I have worked in before. YAY-rah.
I am on a ROLL here!!! Got another interview with a place called Family Services sometime this week! Well, it's a call I got while doing something else, I have yet to talk to them directly just yet. This merely means another nibble has come up and I may very well have another interview coming this week wOOt! DOUBLE wOOt! Must of course call back, which I did, and the person who called was on the phone. So I am now waiting on them to call me back. Fun-fun. I gotta get back to work now though. Too much to do today. :(
Looks like, now that I am home, the new interview is set up for Thursday. Weeee! Happy-Happy Joy-Joy! So, there’s the number 61 that has shown up ever since I moved to Lafayette. The last four of my first LAN line number 8561, cell 2761, last four on my car plates 5361. The kicker today, the last four digits of the employer I called were 5361 as well. WTF? Coincidence or what? spOOky!
Anyhoo, that’s all I have to say for now.
T~Molly
...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...
Meanwhile, 20 minutes to go for lunch, I might have gotten to this sooner, but since one of the small nuclear kitchen devices (otherwise known as a microwave) was unplugged, the line was long in the break room to even heat lunch up. I then found out there was a second break room in the back of the office next to another set of rest rooms. wOOt! So then, I find out there are soda bottles rather than cans in the back break room. DOUBLE wOOt! I can get a bottle and not be so paranoid about people knocking over a soda can onto my desktop. Shite, that would suck, especially here. I doubt they are forgiving about dumping liquids into the computers.
I am still anticipating return interviews for WorkOne and First Steps. It hasn't been quite a week, but I am wondering what's going with the First Steps people, they said they were going to call back for a secondary interview to meet with another supervisor that could not make it to the last one. Joooy. I wonder if I should pester or just leave it alone. There is such a thing as overkill in following up. Again, not sure I want that particular job where I have to use the home I live in for work purposes. That, and I don't want to tear the shit up out of car with excessive mileage before it is paid off or traded-in. Sure, 44 cents a mile reimbursement, but I doubt that covers the repair costs and accelerated depreciation of the car. As if the normal rate of depreciation isn't bad enough, let me just take a sledge hammer to it. It would have the same cumulative value affect. Ugh. Somebody make up my mind for me!
Tomorrow is an actual Purdue Interview for a clerical position. What really cracks me up, they called me last week to see if I would take less than the desired hourly wage of 10.50 an hour. How much less we talking here? It would be $ 8.80-$9.84 an hour. OUCH! Yeah, I'll interview for the position, if it means the possibility of benefits, I'll interview for it. EEP! That's a scary thought. I'll be working next to another building I have worked in before. Fun-fun. The building is located near a faster route into campus than the other buildings I have worked in before. YAY-rah.
I am on a ROLL here!!! Got another interview with a place called Family Services sometime this week! Well, it's a call I got while doing something else, I have yet to talk to them directly just yet. This merely means another nibble has come up and I may very well have another interview coming this week wOOt! DOUBLE wOOt! Must of course call back, which I did, and the person who called was on the phone. So I am now waiting on them to call me back. Fun-fun. I gotta get back to work now though. Too much to do today. :(
Looks like, now that I am home, the new interview is set up for Thursday. Weeee! Happy-Happy Joy-Joy! So, there’s the number 61 that has shown up ever since I moved to Lafayette. The last four of my first LAN line number 8561, cell 2761, last four on my car plates 5361. The kicker today, the last four digits of the employer I called were 5361 as well. WTF? Coincidence or what? spOOky!
Anyhoo, that’s all I have to say for now.
T~Molly
...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...
Friday, January 26, 2007
MORE INTERVIEWS!!!!!!!!
I am officially considered OK to use a computer in this building. Apparently, working in other offices on campus does not qualify me to use a computer until I am orientated here or something. Now, the restrictions to viewing web pages from other sites other than within Purdue’s domain are considered a NO NO NO. Welllll, I see it as, if I am on break, what I do with the computer on my break time is my time, so long as I am not stealing social security numbers and creating fraud and stealing identities or something. Right? Right! Meanwhile, I am told they have a program that monitors all of my browsing activity. It also goes through my desktop to look for illegal files that are not allowed to be stored on the computer. You know, stuff like pictures! So I will periodically have to put up my desktop photo of the fat cat sleeping on one of my pillows hugging it blissfully.
I have yet another interview, this time, it is with Purdue. YAY? I don't know just yet. We'll see what happens next week. The other two interviews seemed to go well. One went better than the other me thinks. First Steps would be working from home out of my own office and a lot of driving around the surrounding counties to meet with families and setting up their coordinating services. I am supposed to talk to another supervisor that missed the interview the other evening and go from there. The Work One interview seemed to go much smoother; especially since I am familiar with their services and some of the personnel there. I should hear something from them within a few weeks. They can't make a decision until their background check information comes back to both of them. Basically, there is one person for the entire state of Indiana running these background checks and she's a little behind so it could be longer than a few weeks. That's all I know for now. :)
The lazy part of me wants to get the Purdue job to just have a simple 8-5 Monday thru Friday job. No bringing home paperwork, working weekends, worrying about clients, and stressing out daily about other people's lives. Yet, there's that side of me that wants to be challenged. At this point, if someone offers me the job and I get benefits, I don't care it is or where it is. Work One would be nice, I would almost cut my commute to work in half if not just a little less than what I have to do now coming here to Purdue. First Steps, I would trash my poor car driving everywhere. *ugh* So actually, if the choice was between Purdue and Work One, it's a coin toss. Work One would be much more than the position that I will be interviewing for next week with Purdue. Oy-vey.
Oh well, not much else to report, I haven't had much time to keep up on the daily blog, but now that "they" are watching me, I will not be going near my actual blog until I get home. It's hard saying what they have looked at already, but it can't bode well for me to push the envelope on being a browsing deviant. :) Heheheh... Deviant. Heheheh :) Time to run.
Tammolly ~ Feeling quite excited now.
...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...
Monday, January 22, 2007
Interviews!!!!!!!!!
Alrighty then. Let’s see, 12+ months of résumés and interviews. Lot’s of rejection letters and a few crap jobs. Not that working at the restaurant is/was a crap job; it’s not for me in the long run. Working for Purdue, too much uncertainty but a pay check when I am there workin’. Yeah, it’s working so far, but as soon as things slow down again, I will be in the same boat I was 8 weeks ago. :(
Alas, Subaru has their physical job site test this week, 4 hours of working there to determine whether or not they want to interview me for a higher on. I got a call from Department of Workforce Development. Then another government agency, First Steps, called me up today for setting up an interview. I got a half hour impromptu phone interview with them, a partial Spanish fluency test while on the phone, and just some general chit-chat and an eagerness to meet me face to face this week. Apparently they’re looking to hire immediately if possible. Eh? Really? How’s Wednesday right after work? YAY! Interviews up the arse! So is it a good sign they’re discussing salary requirements on the phone with the First Steps agency? Hmmm. I know, don’t get too excited, but hell, it’s a work from home type job and that’s cool too.
So now, with all that on the horizon, OT this coming weekend, I am going to reschedule Subaru for another week if I can so I am not losing the OT hours. :) Must get ahead on the bills damnit! That’s my news of the day. It was a busy day at the office and I hardly had time to check my mail. Now it’s time for bed.
T~Molly
...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...
Alas, Subaru has their physical job site test this week, 4 hours of working there to determine whether or not they want to interview me for a higher on. I got a call from Department of Workforce Development. Then another government agency, First Steps, called me up today for setting up an interview. I got a half hour impromptu phone interview with them, a partial Spanish fluency test while on the phone, and just some general chit-chat and an eagerness to meet me face to face this week. Apparently they’re looking to hire immediately if possible. Eh? Really? How’s Wednesday right after work? YAY! Interviews up the arse! So is it a good sign they’re discussing salary requirements on the phone with the First Steps agency? Hmmm. I know, don’t get too excited, but hell, it’s a work from home type job and that’s cool too.
So now, with all that on the horizon, OT this coming weekend, I am going to reschedule Subaru for another week if I can so I am not losing the OT hours. :) Must get ahead on the bills damnit! That’s my news of the day. It was a busy day at the office and I hardly had time to check my mail. Now it’s time for bed.
T~Molly
...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...
Friday, January 19, 2007
Just Another Day
Interview! I have an interview! Uh-huh. Oh Yeah! An Interview! Anyhoo, it's with WorkOne and I'd probably be doing something similar to what I did with WVH as an ESS. I hope it's not as frustrating as WVH if I happen to get the job. I dropped a few lines to a friend of mine who works in that building to see if he knew the guy I was interviewing with. I got some helpful information about the guy and have an idea of what to expect which is half the battle. WIsh me luck!
Meanwhile, I found out for sure I will be working all day tomorrow. There goes my saturday. :( It's not even OT! Monday was a holiday for the office, so I didn't get paid for it because I am a temp and temps don't get paid for time off. We don't get benefits or vacation time. We are the peons of Purdue. It's a wonderful feeling at times. WorkOne would at least be a step in the direction of social services experience. Yippy! We'll see what happens. :)
T~Molly
...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...
Meanwhile, I found out for sure I will be working all day tomorrow. There goes my saturday. :( It's not even OT! Monday was a holiday for the office, so I didn't get paid for it because I am a temp and temps don't get paid for time off. We don't get benefits or vacation time. We are the peons of Purdue. It's a wonderful feeling at times. WorkOne would at least be a step in the direction of social services experience. Yippy! We'll see what happens. :)
T~Molly
...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...
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Socializing
Had a chance to attend a farewell lunch today. Granted, I walked in and found Krispy Kreme doughnuts on my desk as a happy birthday present for everyone in the area. Apparently it's tradition to bring in doughnuts and treats for people on their birthday and I was told to go get some. So Krispy Kreme has these particular doughnuts called Glazed Cream Filled. It's essentially stuffed with vanilla frosting and then glazed. It is basically sugar crack and I can maybe eat two before I feel ill from too much sugar. Yet, it's TOTALLY worth tantalizing the taste buds for this stuff. We're talking diabetic sugar shock, kill the pancreas crack treats! Luckily, we've got a bakery/distributor in town and when the light is on, they're making the basic glazed doughnut rings fresh. Mmmmmmm.
Mind you, I used to think Krispy Kremes were da'bomb until I found a Tim Horton's. It's like a Dunkin' Doughnuts only sh'loads better. It's a franchise out of Canada that has been slowly infecting American culture with *GASP!* higher expectations in their coffee, tea, and pastry selections. They offer a fairly unique taste for even the most basic pallet. Gotta find a Timmy's if you can. I highly recommend a stop or two. :)
So here's the latest on the Purdue work front. It appears that this building eats up temporaries. I mean they come in as a temporary and eventually get sucked into the black hole otherwise known as cubicle hell, bennies, and a 40 hour week if not more. The girl who trained me my first day on mail sorting has been temping here since October. I told her she should keep track of the time she's spent here, because after six months, they are supposed to hire you into whatever department you've been suckered into on campus. I think it breaks down to six months or a 1000 hours, whichever happens first.
Had my boss look at my resume and she's telling me to make it bulleted for easier reading. Ummmm, I have looked at several bulleted resumes and I think they look like someone got too slap happy with a poka-dot machine. It's all good pointers to make it happen for Purdue though. I have always had it pounded in my head to keep my resume to ONE PAGE. Here, they want every single department you've worked in, all the stuff you did in each department, and then separate all that information accordingly. My resume looks like I can't keep a job! Four places in less that six months, but that's the way this system works. I just happened to fall into this one that may or may not actually pan out for me within six months. I assume they look to try to make you go insane with the most mundane tasks, which is what I think this building is, nonstop mundane torture for the ADD impaired.
Also, this is a first that I have heard of it, but I am not Purdue Temporary Staffing, I am working for Productions Unlimited which places me for jobs at Purdue. I am not a Purdue employee, but I sure as hell get a pay check that says Purdue on it. Things that make you go Hmmmmmmm. I am anxious to get that first pay check of the year. I am not even sure if it will be enough to make the car payment, but hell, it's worth a shot. Waiting on W-2s to get in from four sources last year. Apparently, even though I work in the department for taxes, I can't get my W-2 until the 25th. EH?! I just wan'na file and figure out if I get money back or owe damnit! It's just not cool to make people wait this long. *ugh* So lunch is almost over now, so I will be back later, like the next line for the last break of the day. Jooooooy!
So here's an interesting thought. I love to socialize, talking is like a sporting event for me most days. I've learned in new offices, you keep your head down and don't talk too much and listen to what people are saying and doing. It gives you a clue to what kind of people they are; it usually works on getting those first impressions right. Anyhoo, my point is, I've got a myself a very chatty office mate here, she comes through to gossip about other people in the office that I don't know. I have dirt on countless faceless names. It’s kinda sad that I gotta hear what everyone else is saying about everyone else. It means that if I tell her anything about me, she's going to blab it to everyone who will even listen! No thank you. I can usually hear her clomping up the carpeted floors/walls like a Clydesdale without a sleigh. I close up anything that might tip her off to my goings on and doings at my desk on my break times or otherwise. That whole post-it with the break times is meant for that particular person as well as anyone who happens to come by and see me drafting a blog in my gmail account. See, it's easier to draft it here and then go home and put it in Word and proof it, and then publish. If I have time here, I do that too, but I am über sneaky about it and don't do it often in order keep my arse covered. I know how to delete obvious history and don't save passwords anywhere on this machine.
Best of all, today I am told I am filing W-9s… ALL OF THEM. EH?! Turns out, there was a miscommunication and I am not being shared, as of yet, with other departments. I’ve had people handing me stuff on and off all day and I had no idea why or what to do with them. Nice. So that was straightened out. I am not being shared just yet. I get to stay in my little cubby hole and sort and file and hear Ms. Clydesdale clomp around like Godzilla. We’ll see how it goes later.
That's my thought of the day, makes for pensive facial expressions while I write this. :)
T~Molly
...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...
Mind you, I used to think Krispy Kremes were da'bomb until I found a Tim Horton's. It's like a Dunkin' Doughnuts only sh'loads better. It's a franchise out of Canada that has been slowly infecting American culture with *GASP!* higher expectations in their coffee, tea, and pastry selections. They offer a fairly unique taste for even the most basic pallet. Gotta find a Timmy's if you can. I highly recommend a stop or two. :)
So here's the latest on the Purdue work front. It appears that this building eats up temporaries. I mean they come in as a temporary and eventually get sucked into the black hole otherwise known as cubicle hell, bennies, and a 40 hour week if not more. The girl who trained me my first day on mail sorting has been temping here since October. I told her she should keep track of the time she's spent here, because after six months, they are supposed to hire you into whatever department you've been suckered into on campus. I think it breaks down to six months or a 1000 hours, whichever happens first.
Had my boss look at my resume and she's telling me to make it bulleted for easier reading. Ummmm, I have looked at several bulleted resumes and I think they look like someone got too slap happy with a poka-dot machine. It's all good pointers to make it happen for Purdue though. I have always had it pounded in my head to keep my resume to ONE PAGE. Here, they want every single department you've worked in, all the stuff you did in each department, and then separate all that information accordingly. My resume looks like I can't keep a job! Four places in less that six months, but that's the way this system works. I just happened to fall into this one that may or may not actually pan out for me within six months. I assume they look to try to make you go insane with the most mundane tasks, which is what I think this building is, nonstop mundane torture for the ADD impaired.
Also, this is a first that I have heard of it, but I am not Purdue Temporary Staffing, I am working for Productions Unlimited which places me for jobs at Purdue. I am not a Purdue employee, but I sure as hell get a pay check that says Purdue on it. Things that make you go Hmmmmmmm. I am anxious to get that first pay check of the year. I am not even sure if it will be enough to make the car payment, but hell, it's worth a shot. Waiting on W-2s to get in from four sources last year. Apparently, even though I work in the department for taxes, I can't get my W-2 until the 25th. EH?! I just wan'na file and figure out if I get money back or owe damnit! It's just not cool to make people wait this long. *ugh* So lunch is almost over now, so I will be back later, like the next line for the last break of the day. Jooooooy!
So here's an interesting thought. I love to socialize, talking is like a sporting event for me most days. I've learned in new offices, you keep your head down and don't talk too much and listen to what people are saying and doing. It gives you a clue to what kind of people they are; it usually works on getting those first impressions right. Anyhoo, my point is, I've got a myself a very chatty office mate here, she comes through to gossip about other people in the office that I don't know. I have dirt on countless faceless names. It’s kinda sad that I gotta hear what everyone else is saying about everyone else. It means that if I tell her anything about me, she's going to blab it to everyone who will even listen! No thank you. I can usually hear her clomping up the carpeted floors/walls like a Clydesdale without a sleigh. I close up anything that might tip her off to my goings on and doings at my desk on my break times or otherwise. That whole post-it with the break times is meant for that particular person as well as anyone who happens to come by and see me drafting a blog in my gmail account. See, it's easier to draft it here and then go home and put it in Word and proof it, and then publish. If I have time here, I do that too, but I am über sneaky about it and don't do it often in order keep my arse covered. I know how to delete obvious history and don't save passwords anywhere on this machine.
Best of all, today I am told I am filing W-9s… ALL OF THEM. EH?! Turns out, there was a miscommunication and I am not being shared, as of yet, with other departments. I’ve had people handing me stuff on and off all day and I had no idea why or what to do with them. Nice. So that was straightened out. I am not being shared just yet. I get to stay in my little cubby hole and sort and file and hear Ms. Clydesdale clomp around like Godzilla. We’ll see how it goes later.
That's my thought of the day, makes for pensive facial expressions while I write this. :)
T~Molly
...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...
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
A Poem!
Grown Up
The damp drape of winter
Covered in morning frost
Alarm clock awakens and steals dreams
Hot coco feeling like summer on the tongue
Autumn's fire wood under a tarp of drifting white
Snow days are but a distant memory
Grandma's soft knit scarf and mittens
Warm milk and red noses
All the while dashing through madhouse traffic
The old snow fort is now your cubicle
Buried in mounds of paper
Hot coco replaced with gritty bland coffee
That hat and mittens
Wal-Mart's last reject
The red nose isn't from a day of toiling with mischief
Rather it's caused by your prairie dogging office mate's bad hygiene
On your last day of your two weeks notice
Make snow angels from paper shredder confetti
So word has it, office #1 with the crazy office mate going off on the boss my second day is on “medical leave”. I am thinking perhaps mental leave in the nut house or something. I hear she’s going on vacation in Florida after the “medical leave” is finished. After that, her mandatory six months probation being stuck in office #1 will be over and then she can apply to other offices on campus. *shiver* I figured this out while looking at today’s latest job openings. I saw a listing for that department was open again and figured A) New girl ran away screaming and crying for mercy B) Crazy office mate finally went ballistic and the papers kept it quiet. C) Maybe it’s something else not related to the crazy lady that I shared a room with for over a month. It turned out that “C” was the correct assumption after some perfunctory nosing around with folks I made nice with while I was there.
Anyhoo, life is still interesting in this current position. The mail room has gone nucking futs and it was backed up for about 3 hours today if not more. They kept me busy enough that I didn’t have time to blog a few words and if I did, I wasn’t at my desk nor did I want to be, because the longer I was there the bigger the pile of stuff got aside from sorting departmental mail. At one point, I attached a post it to the back of my chair saying I was on my 15 minute break and it would be done at a certain time. Just so I could read e-mail in peace and quiet. Someone asked me what was with the post-it. I explained that perhaps since my job wasn’t technically at a computer all day that I wanted to check my office mail and e-mail without interruption on my break time. Tah-dah! It worked! I’ll have to remember that when people think I need more stuff to do. Yesterday I was on the verge of having nothing to do and that was quite fine by me. Today was just nuts. I am assuming that’s the way this building works. Yay-rah. Come on pay day! Time for bed now. Zzzzzzz
T~Molly
...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...
The damp drape of winter
Covered in morning frost
Alarm clock awakens and steals dreams
Hot coco feeling like summer on the tongue
Autumn's fire wood under a tarp of drifting white
Snow days are but a distant memory
Grandma's soft knit scarf and mittens
Warm milk and red noses
All the while dashing through madhouse traffic
The old snow fort is now your cubicle
Buried in mounds of paper
Hot coco replaced with gritty bland coffee
That hat and mittens
Wal-Mart's last reject
The red nose isn't from a day of toiling with mischief
Rather it's caused by your prairie dogging office mate's bad hygiene
On your last day of your two weeks notice
Make snow angels from paper shredder confetti
So word has it, office #1 with the crazy office mate going off on the boss my second day is on “medical leave”. I am thinking perhaps mental leave in the nut house or something. I hear she’s going on vacation in Florida after the “medical leave” is finished. After that, her mandatory six months probation being stuck in office #1 will be over and then she can apply to other offices on campus. *shiver* I figured this out while looking at today’s latest job openings. I saw a listing for that department was open again and figured A) New girl ran away screaming and crying for mercy B) Crazy office mate finally went ballistic and the papers kept it quiet. C) Maybe it’s something else not related to the crazy lady that I shared a room with for over a month. It turned out that “C” was the correct assumption after some perfunctory nosing around with folks I made nice with while I was there.
Anyhoo, life is still interesting in this current position. The mail room has gone nucking futs and it was backed up for about 3 hours today if not more. They kept me busy enough that I didn’t have time to blog a few words and if I did, I wasn’t at my desk nor did I want to be, because the longer I was there the bigger the pile of stuff got aside from sorting departmental mail. At one point, I attached a post it to the back of my chair saying I was on my 15 minute break and it would be done at a certain time. Just so I could read e-mail in peace and quiet. Someone asked me what was with the post-it. I explained that perhaps since my job wasn’t technically at a computer all day that I wanted to check my office mail and e-mail without interruption on my break time. Tah-dah! It worked! I’ll have to remember that when people think I need more stuff to do. Yesterday I was on the verge of having nothing to do and that was quite fine by me. Today was just nuts. I am assuming that’s the way this building works. Yay-rah. Come on pay day! Time for bed now. Zzzzzzz
T~Molly
...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...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Office Holiday... SNOW!!!!!
OOOH! We finally got snow. Not just a light dusting like back in December, but snow that requires some shoveling and scraping off the vehicles. I took the truck today, figured that treacherous hill on the way up to this building would be hellish trying to get up this morning. The truck with LOVELY 4X4 made it up the hill while some cars were still sliding around trying to make it across the highway into the turn. I couldn't believe how slow some people were going in some spots. Granted, I wasn't going insanely fast, but fast enough to get to work on time. There were some points where it would be iffy if it was cold enough to ice over, but we haven't had enough COLD to make the ground cold enough to maintain ice patches except on the bridge over the Wabash River. Apparently some roads were closed due to flooding. I am glad I don't live or work in an area that requires going over those areas prone to flooding and road closures. I know that folks at ol' Wabash Valley Hospital are going to have to literally hike up the back way in and up the hill. :) NOT ME! Buwahahahah!
Other than that, nothing much to say today, it's only just getting started. I have decided not to fret about the fact that yesterday was an office holiday and that makes 16 hours shy of 80 on my first paycheck back to work at jolly ol' PU! It means extra work on the database and outsourcing some of that to a friend of mine who could use some extra cash. I'm just having her verify the newly added stuff to the main page where I get my information from. Joooooy. It keeps me from having to go back and do it myself and I can continue to work on the stuff I have not entered yet. The excitement never ends. :) Such is the joy of an educated yet underpaid person in this area. Still no word on the resume updates or my inquiries about the newly opened positions in this department/building I work in. I'll keep nosing around for more information.
It looks like the interns are back, or at least an intern and it might mean that I get to lose my space when they are here. I hope not, I like having this space and sharing it would suck. When I say sharing it, I mean getting sent away from here to another department with no space to use at all. *grumble* It could be worse, I could have a new spot every morning and then I'd never where I was going to be stuck. Ugh. So far so good, we'll see what happens with the rest of the day/week.
And now the last fifteen minutes of my lunch hour has arrived. I spent the first 45 snarfing down lunch and writing a letter to my pen pal in France. Yeah, no e-mail there, except on occasion from her. We use snail mail. It's kinda nice too. I mean it's not often to get a letter in the mail when people find it so much easier to shoot off an e-mail into cyberspace. I find that can actually ruin a pen pal relationship sometimes. Several of my pen pals from over seas got e-mail and we wrote back and forth daily and suddenly we found ourselves with nothing to say but "Hey" "Hi" "How's the weather?" "Oh it's not bad, 12 degree Celsius and sunshine." "Celsius? Crap, I gotta convert that." "Oh it just started raining." Eh? It's much more fun to get a real letter in the mail, it means time was put into slowing life down long enough to write and say something that is hopefully meaningful to the recipient. At least it does mean something to me. I enjoy hearing from her and how her family is doing. It's kinda fun sometimes and that's a good enough reason to look forward to getting a real letter in the mail.
Meanwhile, it's time to get back to work. The US Postal Mail didn't run this morning which means this afternoon at 1:30 I am going to get slammed with departmental mail from campus and the post office. Hopefully it will keep me busy for a few hours, because I don't want to spend the last part of my day competing with the other girl that does the "matching" stuff. I don't care for doing the "matching" stuff, but when all else fails and I don't have monster filing and sorting jobs to do, that's what is left. *grumble*
So I think I'm done here, nothing much of import that springs into my mind that warrants the synaptic energy to type it right now. It’s the afternoon, nearing the end of the day where I have finished the mail delivery and sorting. All that is left is for me to drag out this fifteen minutes as much as possible and then go do some "matching." Someone just shoot me in the foot and get it over with! Blah. Time to run now... Hope you're having a more exciting day than me!
T~ Bored silly
...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...
Other than that, nothing much to say today, it's only just getting started. I have decided not to fret about the fact that yesterday was an office holiday and that makes 16 hours shy of 80 on my first paycheck back to work at jolly ol' PU! It means extra work on the database and outsourcing some of that to a friend of mine who could use some extra cash. I'm just having her verify the newly added stuff to the main page where I get my information from. Joooooy. It keeps me from having to go back and do it myself and I can continue to work on the stuff I have not entered yet. The excitement never ends. :) Such is the joy of an educated yet underpaid person in this area. Still no word on the resume updates or my inquiries about the newly opened positions in this department/building I work in. I'll keep nosing around for more information.
It looks like the interns are back, or at least an intern and it might mean that I get to lose my space when they are here. I hope not, I like having this space and sharing it would suck. When I say sharing it, I mean getting sent away from here to another department with no space to use at all. *grumble* It could be worse, I could have a new spot every morning and then I'd never where I was going to be stuck. Ugh. So far so good, we'll see what happens with the rest of the day/week.
And now the last fifteen minutes of my lunch hour has arrived. I spent the first 45 snarfing down lunch and writing a letter to my pen pal in France. Yeah, no e-mail there, except on occasion from her. We use snail mail. It's kinda nice too. I mean it's not often to get a letter in the mail when people find it so much easier to shoot off an e-mail into cyberspace. I find that can actually ruin a pen pal relationship sometimes. Several of my pen pals from over seas got e-mail and we wrote back and forth daily and suddenly we found ourselves with nothing to say but "Hey" "Hi" "How's the weather?" "Oh it's not bad, 12 degree Celsius and sunshine." "Celsius? Crap, I gotta convert that." "Oh it just started raining." Eh? It's much more fun to get a real letter in the mail, it means time was put into slowing life down long enough to write and say something that is hopefully meaningful to the recipient. At least it does mean something to me. I enjoy hearing from her and how her family is doing. It's kinda fun sometimes and that's a good enough reason to look forward to getting a real letter in the mail.
Meanwhile, it's time to get back to work. The US Postal Mail didn't run this morning which means this afternoon at 1:30 I am going to get slammed with departmental mail from campus and the post office. Hopefully it will keep me busy for a few hours, because I don't want to spend the last part of my day competing with the other girl that does the "matching" stuff. I don't care for doing the "matching" stuff, but when all else fails and I don't have monster filing and sorting jobs to do, that's what is left. *grumble*
So I think I'm done here, nothing much of import that springs into my mind that warrants the synaptic energy to type it right now. It’s the afternoon, nearing the end of the day where I have finished the mail delivery and sorting. All that is left is for me to drag out this fifteen minutes as much as possible and then go do some "matching." Someone just shoot me in the foot and get it over with! Blah. Time to run now... Hope you're having a more exciting day than me!
T~ Bored silly
...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...
Friday, January 12, 2007
Truckin' Right Along
So I decided to take my lunch at my desk and work on this and munch as lunch cools down. Mmmm Bruschetta Chicken from TGI Fridays. Granted, it's very tasty, but the dining experience has left much to be desired. Service was slow, food was good, drinks were adequately filled I suppose. Along comes the bill and Adam is looking at it like HUH? So he shows it to me saying we were over charged. I look at it, sure as shit, it's an over charge. They have this $12.99 combo meal, certain appetizers, dinners, and desserts are included in any combination for that price. Apparently, there's a difference between Bruschetta Chicken and Bruschetta Chicken Parmesan. Well, the latter was in the combo price, the previous was not included in the combo price. So I got charged for the combo meal and a separate meal. Eh? Waiter failed to mention the difference and I failed to see there was a difference too. So he scurries off to talk to his manager, probably seeing the tip meter dwindling in his mind as he ran off. The manager promptly comes by with an apology about the miscommunication and took the extra meal cost off and the bill was reduced accordingly. It wasn't really a genuine apology, he was probably hoping the whole experience wasn't such a turn off that we weren't coming back ever again. I would consider it, but not any time soon. I'd sooner go back to Nine Irish Brother's for corned beef or fish and chips than TGI Fridays.
Now, Nine Irish Brothers is quite the authentic looking Irish pub and the food appears pretty authentic as well. According to Adam, they have a nice whiskey selection. I wouldn't know, because it all tastes like dookie to me. Some more so than others. Not a Scotch fan either. Ick... Adam says something tastes sweet, I'm thinking it wouldn't taste good even mixed with some sort of syrup flavoring. Ick... *blech* Give me a good stout, ale, beer, liquor, schnapps, or rum, not that other stuff!
I also found out that there are a few openings in this building, so I am gonna look into them and see if I can get on full-time regular. :) Also got my acceptance letter from Subaru for the third testing phase where I get to do workplace simulation for four hours on the 24th this month. Fun-fun-fun there. Also heard that lil' miss cranky with me yesterday is leaving in a few weeks for a new job away from Purdue. It explains why she's cranky, she realized that that job wasn't going to get any better than it was if not worse with the impending changes from ITAP for system integration. I am thinking benefits, I am thinking tuition reduction, I am thinking IUPUI tuition reduction. Ambitious yes, because it's a smart way to look at things for the long term. :) Besides, it's looking like another year before I can swing school anyway. :( Deadline is in less than 3 weeks and with an unsteady job front still on my horizons, school doesn't make sense right now. *grumble*
Other than that, nothing else to report here.
T~
...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...
Now, Nine Irish Brothers is quite the authentic looking Irish pub and the food appears pretty authentic as well. According to Adam, they have a nice whiskey selection. I wouldn't know, because it all tastes like dookie to me. Some more so than others. Not a Scotch fan either. Ick... Adam says something tastes sweet, I'm thinking it wouldn't taste good even mixed with some sort of syrup flavoring. Ick... *blech* Give me a good stout, ale, beer, liquor, schnapps, or rum, not that other stuff!
I also found out that there are a few openings in this building, so I am gonna look into them and see if I can get on full-time regular. :) Also got my acceptance letter from Subaru for the third testing phase where I get to do workplace simulation for four hours on the 24th this month. Fun-fun-fun there. Also heard that lil' miss cranky with me yesterday is leaving in a few weeks for a new job away from Purdue. It explains why she's cranky, she realized that that job wasn't going to get any better than it was if not worse with the impending changes from ITAP for system integration. I am thinking benefits, I am thinking tuition reduction, I am thinking IUPUI tuition reduction. Ambitious yes, because it's a smart way to look at things for the long term. :) Besides, it's looking like another year before I can swing school anyway. :( Deadline is in less than 3 weeks and with an unsteady job front still on my horizons, school doesn't make sense right now. *grumble*
Other than that, nothing else to report here.
T~
...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...
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Mind Reading
I am obviously not a mind reader. If I was a mind reader or clairvoyant, I woulda won the lottery and been able to make everyone friggen happy! Be happy damnit and don't piss on my parade. Eh...Whatever. Day 3 consisted of finishing off the pile of sorting that ended being what looks like 2 feet of papers stacked and organized and categorized into tidy piles. So now it's the first break time of the day and I can't complain too much with the exception that it's some kind of pay roll day and if I don't get the mail done in a timelier fashion someone gets their undies in a wad because they have to enter certain stuff before a noon deadline today. Had I know a certain part of the morning mail run needed to be posted by a certain time, I woulda expedited that portion a little snappier that the last two days I've done the mail. Not really my fault, but nonetheless, it's somehow my fault. I must have foreseen the urgency and purposely dug my heels in to make someone else's life miserable. I take no pleasure in purposely making someone’s life more difficult or miserable. Although there are times when I can think of fun and interesting ways to make someone else's life momentarily interesting, misery is not something I would truly wish upon someone; perhaps a little discomfort or anxiety, but not miserable. That's all I got for the moment. I can't think of anything else that has tweaked me this morning. :)
I have run out of obviously filing/sorting to do. So I'll describe the latest torture delight. It's what they like to refer to as "matching". Matching PO# with the company form which is supposed to have the PO# included as well. Not all companies have the same format, so digging for the PO# is a pain in the royal ass. The file drawer is about 3 feet off the ground, not bad for sitting in a chair to do this, but the drawer is just tall enough when sitting down that I have to stretch my arms over the drawer to reach for folders. Yippy. The folders in the drawer are so tightly files that if you try to pull one piece of paper out; three want to slide right along with it. Paper cuts galore if you're not careful. So I used finger condoms, which sound so obscenely funny to me at the moment. *giggle* I am a bit phobic of sharing other people's sweat, that includes finger sweat in a used finger condom. ICKY! Not to mention the types of germs and fungi that might have an opportunity to nest where they don't belong. EEEWWW.... That's just gross. So I've managed to swipe a pair of rubber coated gloves that fit snuggly enough to make "matching" easier and my hands don't get cut up or dry or coated in other people's cooties.
So far I have been told by many o' cubicle dweller that I will get sick. This building makes people sick, like germ sick or dust mite sick. Everything is carpeted, including the cubicle walls. So they cling onto every bit of dust, stink, and grime imaginable. I actually don't want to imagine all the little critters that may or may not have taken up residence in these walls. ICK! I am also thinking that handling paperwork from all over the world can't be all that healthy either, I've seen coffee and other food related stains on paperwork, some of which I don't want to identify. It was like this keyboard and station in general, nasty crap on the monitor, keyboard, and mouse than don't belong here. I've seen some real slobs in this building too. I am not innocent of slop on my desk at home, but home is home and I am allowed to accumulate things within reason. I am sure if this became a permanent station of mine, it would get decorated and cluttered with the daily junk of working a clerical job. I say clerical, because so far, there's not secretarial that I have done. In fact, I don't even have to answer this phone yet. The voicemail is flashing, but I don't have to check it since the woman that sat here retired and the message is supposedly telling people to call another number. Working in the first office on campus and getting calls for the veterinary school to make appointments for people's pets, it tells me that the moron on the other end is not listening to what the person is saying when they answer the phone with department, school, and name identifiers. Believe me, there was a day when I made appointments for pets and then told them I wasn't a vet nor was I the person to make those appointments with, but sure, I'd look at Fluffy if they really wanted me to do so for them. *sarcasm* It happened often enough that I had the extension for the vet school memorized. I eventually set up a speed dial to that extension to save the next poor soul stuck in that position the headache. Aren't I so nice?! =)
Oh yeah, here's a good one I found toward the end of my day yesterday! They DON'T provide us with Kleenex! Eh? You mean I gotta use ass scratchin' toilet paper if I gotta blow my nose? EH?! I'm just glad I keep a personal stash in my bag, otherwise all the sneezing and wheezing from the dust content around here would have rubbed my nose off of my face. :( That's kinda pathetic. Did I mention the disparity issues I have noticed on this campus? 1# had all new stuff, really nice Dells etc etc. Color laser printer and copiers too. Limited break room usage if not reserved for something else. Office #2, nice copier and fax. Lots of paper in many many colors. Good computers too. More stuff that they knew what to do with. Also limited break room usage if not reserved. Office #3 brand new Mac system with all the bells and whistles except anything useful like MS products. Their color copier was always broken. The mono copier was a sad jamming piece of shit, four printers that didn't work right, and pathetic out of date lap tops that made my old Pentium 233 look speedy speedy speedy. Iba! Iba! Andale! Andale! Iba! Iba! Ooh yeah one single female restroom on the same floor and NO BREAK ROOM! Office #4, my current office, is as I have described so far. A rat maze of dust and mostly out of date office machinery. Some of their systems are so archaic that they only have 3.5 inch disk drives and maybe a CD Rom! A USB port is a bit of a commodity around here too. I happen to have one of the more modern machine with a flat screen, but it's still a pathetic machine compared some of the other offices I have worked in. Bored yet? Hope not, this is only my lunch break and I have one fifteen minute break left! OOOH! And a 1:30 PM mail run! wOOt! It just keeps getting better and better.
Second break has arrived, a little earlier than intended, but the afternoon mail run was small compared to this morning. In just under an hour, I managed to get it done! Wheeeee! My next project involves other people's W-2 forms and matching them up with other bits of information, then photocopy the back sides of the other bits, because any original writing needs to go with the W-2. The back side is someone else's information that I have to match up with the photocopy that goes with their W-2. Confused yet? I know I am. I am going to be standing and/or running back and forth to the photocopier with this stuff. I can't set it down anywhere because of the sensitive information on these forms, so I have to carry the stack with me at all times or lock it up if I leave my desk! Eh? Ok, I get it, but there are two other people in the immediate area that can curtail other's some swooping down on my desk to snatch up someone else's information. Sheesh. This will at least keep my occupied for the rest of the day instead of "matching" which is about as fun as watching paint dry or corn grow.
I think that's it for the day. I mean I think I have typed a sh'load of stuff here. It's a good stress vent for me. I am not necessarily stressed, but I am definitely tuned into everyone else's stress vibes which in turn makes me a little cranky about their stress and projecting the frustration at me. I am here to help I guess. I'll take on the tedium of sorting and filing stuff to help them get their stuff done. Or something like that. I'd like to think I am being helpful rather than just taking up space to clean it up for the intern or whoever is getting this station once I leave or move or whatever. CIAO! Hope you enjoyed the read.
Mad Molly ~ Not angry~ Just crazy! Arrrrrrr
...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...
I have run out of obviously filing/sorting to do. So I'll describe the latest torture delight. It's what they like to refer to as "matching". Matching PO# with the company form which is supposed to have the PO# included as well. Not all companies have the same format, so digging for the PO# is a pain in the royal ass. The file drawer is about 3 feet off the ground, not bad for sitting in a chair to do this, but the drawer is just tall enough when sitting down that I have to stretch my arms over the drawer to reach for folders. Yippy. The folders in the drawer are so tightly files that if you try to pull one piece of paper out; three want to slide right along with it. Paper cuts galore if you're not careful. So I used finger condoms, which sound so obscenely funny to me at the moment. *giggle* I am a bit phobic of sharing other people's sweat, that includes finger sweat in a used finger condom. ICKY! Not to mention the types of germs and fungi that might have an opportunity to nest where they don't belong. EEEWWW.... That's just gross. So I've managed to swipe a pair of rubber coated gloves that fit snuggly enough to make "matching" easier and my hands don't get cut up or dry or coated in other people's cooties.
So far I have been told by many o' cubicle dweller that I will get sick. This building makes people sick, like germ sick or dust mite sick. Everything is carpeted, including the cubicle walls. So they cling onto every bit of dust, stink, and grime imaginable. I actually don't want to imagine all the little critters that may or may not have taken up residence in these walls. ICK! I am also thinking that handling paperwork from all over the world can't be all that healthy either, I've seen coffee and other food related stains on paperwork, some of which I don't want to identify. It was like this keyboard and station in general, nasty crap on the monitor, keyboard, and mouse than don't belong here. I've seen some real slobs in this building too. I am not innocent of slop on my desk at home, but home is home and I am allowed to accumulate things within reason. I am sure if this became a permanent station of mine, it would get decorated and cluttered with the daily junk of working a clerical job. I say clerical, because so far, there's not secretarial that I have done. In fact, I don't even have to answer this phone yet. The voicemail is flashing, but I don't have to check it since the woman that sat here retired and the message is supposedly telling people to call another number. Working in the first office on campus and getting calls for the veterinary school to make appointments for people's pets, it tells me that the moron on the other end is not listening to what the person is saying when they answer the phone with department, school, and name identifiers. Believe me, there was a day when I made appointments for pets and then told them I wasn't a vet nor was I the person to make those appointments with, but sure, I'd look at Fluffy if they really wanted me to do so for them. *sarcasm* It happened often enough that I had the extension for the vet school memorized. I eventually set up a speed dial to that extension to save the next poor soul stuck in that position the headache. Aren't I so nice?! =)
Oh yeah, here's a good one I found toward the end of my day yesterday! They DON'T provide us with Kleenex! Eh? You mean I gotta use ass scratchin' toilet paper if I gotta blow my nose? EH?! I'm just glad I keep a personal stash in my bag, otherwise all the sneezing and wheezing from the dust content around here would have rubbed my nose off of my face. :( That's kinda pathetic. Did I mention the disparity issues I have noticed on this campus? 1# had all new stuff, really nice Dells etc etc. Color laser printer and copiers too. Limited break room usage if not reserved for something else. Office #2, nice copier and fax. Lots of paper in many many colors. Good computers too. More stuff that they knew what to do with. Also limited break room usage if not reserved. Office #3 brand new Mac system with all the bells and whistles except anything useful like MS products. Their color copier was always broken. The mono copier was a sad jamming piece of shit, four printers that didn't work right, and pathetic out of date lap tops that made my old Pentium 233 look speedy speedy speedy. Iba! Iba! Andale! Andale! Iba! Iba! Ooh yeah one single female restroom on the same floor and NO BREAK ROOM! Office #4, my current office, is as I have described so far. A rat maze of dust and mostly out of date office machinery. Some of their systems are so archaic that they only have 3.5 inch disk drives and maybe a CD Rom! A USB port is a bit of a commodity around here too. I happen to have one of the more modern machine with a flat screen, but it's still a pathetic machine compared some of the other offices I have worked in. Bored yet? Hope not, this is only my lunch break and I have one fifteen minute break left! OOOH! And a 1:30 PM mail run! wOOt! It just keeps getting better and better.
Second break has arrived, a little earlier than intended, but the afternoon mail run was small compared to this morning. In just under an hour, I managed to get it done! Wheeeee! My next project involves other people's W-2 forms and matching them up with other bits of information, then photocopy the back sides of the other bits, because any original writing needs to go with the W-2. The back side is someone else's information that I have to match up with the photocopy that goes with their W-2. Confused yet? I know I am. I am going to be standing and/or running back and forth to the photocopier with this stuff. I can't set it down anywhere because of the sensitive information on these forms, so I have to carry the stack with me at all times or lock it up if I leave my desk! Eh? Ok, I get it, but there are two other people in the immediate area that can curtail other's some swooping down on my desk to snatch up someone else's information. Sheesh. This will at least keep my occupied for the rest of the day instead of "matching" which is about as fun as watching paint dry or corn grow.
I think that's it for the day. I mean I think I have typed a sh'load of stuff here. It's a good stress vent for me. I am not necessarily stressed, but I am definitely tuned into everyone else's stress vibes which in turn makes me a little cranky about their stress and projecting the frustration at me. I am here to help I guess. I'll take on the tedium of sorting and filing stuff to help them get their stuff done. Or something like that. I'd like to think I am being helpful rather than just taking up space to clean it up for the intern or whoever is getting this station once I leave or move or whatever. CIAO! Hope you enjoyed the read.
Mad Molly ~ Not angry~ Just crazy! Arrrrrrr
...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...
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
DAY TWO!
No, you're not seeing things. I went from green to PINK! PINK! BEAUTIFUL PINK! Buwahahahaha! It was just time to update the look. :) BTW Something I never planned out or did on purpose, but 2005 and 2006 have the same amount of posts. 26! Now that's kinda interesting.... ;)Ahem... Now I shall continue onward with the real blog! =)
I have managed to survive day two much better than the first day. I haven't been bounced around like a piñata every half hour. I have been working on monster sorting jobs. Not alphabetical, but numerical order with 4-9 digit account numbers, then sorted by date, and sometimes it’s alphanumerical and alpha! I can hardly contain my excitement. It's been an exercise in futility now that I have been labeled the sorting monkey on this floor. I don't know if that will last, I just know that this current 9 inch stack of paper is going to take me well into the morning. I also get to sort mail twice a day, which takes about 1-2 hours a pop. So 9am and 1:30pm are my mail sorting times. Funnnnnn.....
Step one on lunch was eat it of course. Then step two was cleaning this particular area that I have managed to cling onto since yesterday. I am at this station until the intern or the poor soul who is to be named "real" employee is hired in. So step two included about a dozen Lysol disinfectant wipes. I wiped dirt, dust and crumbs out of everything here. Apparently the retiree that worked here was diabetic and ate at her desk all day long. (I almost typed ate her desk. HA! I woulda liked to have seen that feat.) =) Sheesh. I wiped off what looked like dried yogurt or snot of this monitor too. Icky!
I have discovered this floor also has a hot water dispenser for tea making. It's alsoi supposedly 75 cents a month to use it. Eh? I am not using their Styrofoam cups or anything else. I'm not paying for water that I could get from the water fountain around the corner and nuke in the microwave. Anyhoo, I am now discovering more of the yogurt looking stuff on my keyboard and feel the urge to go wash my hands with rubbing alcohol. I will likely get out the community wipes again and scrub on this board a bit in a few minutes. YAY-rah. Time to sort more of the monster pile. TTFN
T~
...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...
I have managed to survive day two much better than the first day. I haven't been bounced around like a piñata every half hour. I have been working on monster sorting jobs. Not alphabetical, but numerical order with 4-9 digit account numbers, then sorted by date, and sometimes it’s alphanumerical and alpha! I can hardly contain my excitement. It's been an exercise in futility now that I have been labeled the sorting monkey on this floor. I don't know if that will last, I just know that this current 9 inch stack of paper is going to take me well into the morning. I also get to sort mail twice a day, which takes about 1-2 hours a pop. So 9am and 1:30pm are my mail sorting times. Funnnnnn.....
Step one on lunch was eat it of course. Then step two was cleaning this particular area that I have managed to cling onto since yesterday. I am at this station until the intern or the poor soul who is to be named "real" employee is hired in. So step two included about a dozen Lysol disinfectant wipes. I wiped dirt, dust and crumbs out of everything here. Apparently the retiree that worked here was diabetic and ate at her desk all day long. (I almost typed ate her desk. HA! I woulda liked to have seen that feat.) =) Sheesh. I wiped off what looked like dried yogurt or snot of this monitor too. Icky!
I have discovered this floor also has a hot water dispenser for tea making. It's alsoi supposedly 75 cents a month to use it. Eh? I am not using their Styrofoam cups or anything else. I'm not paying for water that I could get from the water fountain around the corner and nuke in the microwave. Anyhoo, I am now discovering more of the yogurt looking stuff on my keyboard and feel the urge to go wash my hands with rubbing alcohol. I will likely get out the community wipes again and scrub on this board a bit in a few minutes. YAY-rah. Time to sort more of the monster pile. TTFN
T~
...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...
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Hi-ho-hi-ho It's Off To Work I Go!
Day one, second break of the day and really the first time I've had a moment to look at a computer let alone breath without being handed something else tedious and menial to do for however long I can stand it before I have to get up and move and moan to myself at how tired I am since I didn't really nod off until 3 in the morning. Essentially, once I found out that I was going back to work yesterday, I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and cleaning and organizing and fretting about getting up in the morning to go back to work at Purdue. This office is a trap of paper trails and a maze of cubby holes and cubicles. I can't even prairie dog it here, the walls are just tall enough that I can't see over them even if I wanted to do so.
Meanwhile, back to a previous rant, it was all about the knitting! Yeah, you read it, the knitting. That's fine, I know not to do it at my desk, can't really do it at my desk, since this isn't my own station, just someone else's station who is not here this week. I have a 9 inch pile of papers to sort by numerical department codes staring at me for when I finish typing here. I can't believe I took a dollar an hour cut for doing twice the work I've ever done in another office and no office space to call my own. Sadness there, but hey, it's great motivation to take a break, a REAL break so I can do something besides add to my paper cut collection that I have accrued today. Only a little over an hour left and then I'm outta here! Then sweet nappy time or just a decent bed time hour tonight. *sigh*
Conveniently, the first turn I take off the highway is the road that leads straight to this building, it's slightly off campus, but hell, it cuts 10 minutes off the commute in the morning. For that, I will be slightly spoiled, but the work load more than makes up for it. *Daunted by piles of paper* Yet, I can leave at 5 and be done with it until tomorrow morning when I can look at it again and groan about it. It's a pay check; it pays the bills, for that I cannot rightfully complain. TTFN It’s time to work, and then I’m going home!
T~ Pooped
...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...
Meanwhile, back to a previous rant, it was all about the knitting! Yeah, you read it, the knitting. That's fine, I know not to do it at my desk, can't really do it at my desk, since this isn't my own station, just someone else's station who is not here this week. I have a 9 inch pile of papers to sort by numerical department codes staring at me for when I finish typing here. I can't believe I took a dollar an hour cut for doing twice the work I've ever done in another office and no office space to call my own. Sadness there, but hey, it's great motivation to take a break, a REAL break so I can do something besides add to my paper cut collection that I have accrued today. Only a little over an hour left and then I'm outta here! Then sweet nappy time or just a decent bed time hour tonight. *sigh*
Conveniently, the first turn I take off the highway is the road that leads straight to this building, it's slightly off campus, but hell, it cuts 10 minutes off the commute in the morning. For that, I will be slightly spoiled, but the work load more than makes up for it. *Daunted by piles of paper* Yet, I can leave at 5 and be done with it until tomorrow morning when I can look at it again and groan about it. It's a pay check; it pays the bills, for that I cannot rightfully complain. TTFN It’s time to work, and then I’m going home!
T~ Pooped
...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...
Friday, January 05, 2007
EEP! DOUBLE EEP! GRRR?
*BEGIN RANT*
So, without much success in hearing from Purdue much if at all for the past 6 friggen weeks, I get a reply e-mail from the boss a few days later after I check in office re-opening day. The ominous message was, “we need to talk before I can place you again. please call me Monday afternoon.” EEP! So I looked around at my past blogs, thinking it might not have been such a great idea to self-entertain daily frustrations, because what if someone actually found this on the web and reported it to someone on campus? DOUBLE EEP! I shall deal with the consequences if that is the case.
*MORE RANTING*
Otherwise, let’s see here, this is a classic example that has happened to a few people I know. You don’t hear about the shit you do wrong until something like this happens. This being, getting fired, getting laid off, getting a work review, getting sent home at lunch time without warning etc etc etc. Iffin the underpaid monkey is screwin’ up by flinging too much poo, perhaps the monkey be needin’ to know these things first rather than pulling bullshit and not saying anything at all.
First of all, this is aimed at the supervisor types out there… Whether you have a BS, MS, or PhD degree, it doesn’t give anyone the right to treat others like gooey gum on the bottom of their shoe in the summer time heat. I observed one of my supervisors talking to someone on the phone for 45 minutes straight like an old buddy or something. It certainly sounded like an overtly friendly old pal conversation to everyone in the office. As soon as he hung up, he was going off about how that person was calling to inquire about the job opening in that office and wanted to come back like she never was a psycho lazy ass. Plus the explanation went on with how he would never bring her back there even if she was the only qualified candidate. Then listing the behavior problems and more reasons why he wouldn’t bring her back in. :( That’s not cool. She was obviously clueless or refused to acknowledge being a twit in the past. My beef is, would he do the same to me in my review once I left? Rather than address a problem behavior with me? Would he chicken out and just throw something in the review and send it off to my supervisor? *grumble*
The Mac office… I can think of a few things that would lead me to believe it was my fault. Knitting at my desk because I had nothing else to do, BAD IDEA. I realize that now and should have thought of that then, before the boss in charge of me came into the office. That was a strange office. Department head was one of those soft spoken, non-emotive types, appeared disinterested, yet she was the observant calculating type. The kind of person, that no matter what her mood, she had the same look on her face, like you were the village idiot. It made me feel nervous every time she came in and stood behind me. Oh and she had this “escape hatch” on her end of the office. She never really came in the front door; it was always through her door. Carpeted office floor, so she could and would sneak up behind me like she was trying to catch me at something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. Eh? That’s just creepy!
Mac office vs. office number two (#2) we would walk to McDonald’s on our morning 15 minute break for coffee or something. It’s an easy jaunt there and back and maybe a minute to spare, especially on a quiet morning. Cha-CHING! So I have knitting = bad. I have walking to McD’s on my break =BAD. I should deduct that from my lunch hour according to Mac Boss. Eh? Noooo, that’s not what I have been told in the past two offices I worked for this semester. Office 1# with crazy lady and the cranky PhD, crazy lady walked out of the building for her 15 religiously. Office #2 RULES: You get an hour lunch and two 15 minute breaks. You CANNOT save your 15s to leave early at the end of the day, if you don’t use them, you lose them… No problem. *grumble*
So that’s all I can think of as being a problem, other than finding creative things to do because they didn’t have shit for me to do after the first week there. I mean there was the open house thing they were doing when I first got there and there was a Saturday that I worked for that reason… I busted ass to do that with them and then after that, there was nothing to do but odds and ends that the student workers used to do before I got there. Ugh. I guess I should mention too, I was the only one there first thing in the morning, no one else showed up until after 9am and even then that was iffy. If someone took a day off, I never heard about it until the day after they came back. Gotta love the Mac office.
Meanwhile, I sit in the dark about what’s really going on, I can only speculate about it and hypothesize as to why this actually happened. Did they really not have anything for me to do in the last 6 weeks? It could just be the cumulative reviews from the past offices I have worked on campus and the fact that I was tossed at the last moment by the Mac Office. Or was it prompted by the fact that I filed for unemployment? Maybe… Maybe not… I won’t know until Monday when I talk to my supervisor. Ugh.
*END RANT*
Now I better get my happy ass back to work here. One can of ravioli and coca-cola later, I am done venting aloud. ;) Have a nice day! Buh-bye. Buh-bye now. Buh-bye.
Tammolly ~ Mildy freakin’ out.
...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...
So, without much success in hearing from Purdue much if at all for the past 6 friggen weeks, I get a reply e-mail from the boss a few days later after I check in office re-opening day. The ominous message was, “we need to talk before I can place you again. please call me Monday afternoon.” EEP! So I looked around at my past blogs, thinking it might not have been such a great idea to self-entertain daily frustrations, because what if someone actually found this on the web and reported it to someone on campus? DOUBLE EEP! I shall deal with the consequences if that is the case.
*MORE RANTING*
Otherwise, let’s see here, this is a classic example that has happened to a few people I know. You don’t hear about the shit you do wrong until something like this happens. This being, getting fired, getting laid off, getting a work review, getting sent home at lunch time without warning etc etc etc. Iffin the underpaid monkey is screwin’ up by flinging too much poo, perhaps the monkey be needin’ to know these things first rather than pulling bullshit and not saying anything at all.
First of all, this is aimed at the supervisor types out there… Whether you have a BS, MS, or PhD degree, it doesn’t give anyone the right to treat others like gooey gum on the bottom of their shoe in the summer time heat. I observed one of my supervisors talking to someone on the phone for 45 minutes straight like an old buddy or something. It certainly sounded like an overtly friendly old pal conversation to everyone in the office. As soon as he hung up, he was going off about how that person was calling to inquire about the job opening in that office and wanted to come back like she never was a psycho lazy ass. Plus the explanation went on with how he would never bring her back there even if she was the only qualified candidate. Then listing the behavior problems and more reasons why he wouldn’t bring her back in. :( That’s not cool. She was obviously clueless or refused to acknowledge being a twit in the past. My beef is, would he do the same to me in my review once I left? Rather than address a problem behavior with me? Would he chicken out and just throw something in the review and send it off to my supervisor? *grumble*
The Mac office… I can think of a few things that would lead me to believe it was my fault. Knitting at my desk because I had nothing else to do, BAD IDEA. I realize that now and should have thought of that then, before the boss in charge of me came into the office. That was a strange office. Department head was one of those soft spoken, non-emotive types, appeared disinterested, yet she was the observant calculating type. The kind of person, that no matter what her mood, she had the same look on her face, like you were the village idiot. It made me feel nervous every time she came in and stood behind me. Oh and she had this “escape hatch” on her end of the office. She never really came in the front door; it was always through her door. Carpeted office floor, so she could and would sneak up behind me like she was trying to catch me at something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. Eh? That’s just creepy!
Mac office vs. office number two (#2) we would walk to McDonald’s on our morning 15 minute break for coffee or something. It’s an easy jaunt there and back and maybe a minute to spare, especially on a quiet morning. Cha-CHING! So I have knitting = bad. I have walking to McD’s on my break =BAD. I should deduct that from my lunch hour according to Mac Boss. Eh? Noooo, that’s not what I have been told in the past two offices I worked for this semester. Office 1# with crazy lady and the cranky PhD, crazy lady walked out of the building for her 15 religiously. Office #2 RULES: You get an hour lunch and two 15 minute breaks. You CANNOT save your 15s to leave early at the end of the day, if you don’t use them, you lose them… No problem. *grumble*
So that’s all I can think of as being a problem, other than finding creative things to do because they didn’t have shit for me to do after the first week there. I mean there was the open house thing they were doing when I first got there and there was a Saturday that I worked for that reason… I busted ass to do that with them and then after that, there was nothing to do but odds and ends that the student workers used to do before I got there. Ugh. I guess I should mention too, I was the only one there first thing in the morning, no one else showed up until after 9am and even then that was iffy. If someone took a day off, I never heard about it until the day after they came back. Gotta love the Mac office.
Meanwhile, I sit in the dark about what’s really going on, I can only speculate about it and hypothesize as to why this actually happened. Did they really not have anything for me to do in the last 6 weeks? It could just be the cumulative reviews from the past offices I have worked on campus and the fact that I was tossed at the last moment by the Mac Office. Or was it prompted by the fact that I filed for unemployment? Maybe… Maybe not… I won’t know until Monday when I talk to my supervisor. Ugh.
*END RANT*
Now I better get my happy ass back to work here. One can of ravioli and coca-cola later, I am done venting aloud. ;) Have a nice day! Buh-bye. Buh-bye now. Buh-bye.
Tammolly ~ Mildy freakin’ out.
...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...
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Edumacation!
Crunch time has hit like a ton of bricks after further examination of my returning to school for a master’s degree is social work. DEADLINE: February 2nd. LIST OF THINGS TO DO: Get 3 references, write a 3 page paper on some heated issue or topic and state how I would address and/or do to make that change – give or take a few whacko questions, fill out FAFSAs, decided on a curriculum full-time or part-time, part-time days, evenings, or Saturdays for the next two years, demographics form, résumé, self disclosure statement, GPA and official transcripts, on-line application, $150 =application fee and slot reservation for MSW program, and and and, I think that’s it! Meanwhile, I gotta work my ass off to make ends meet and pray that unemployment kicks in and is doable to pay the bills as they are. EEK! Thus the reason for a break from the tedium of data entry on a data base.
7 Mint Double Stuff Oreos later, I’m about to go climb the walls and go shoot people in CS:S or play some Chuzzle to relieve some stress and angst here. I gotta gain some more momentum before I switch over to the application process from data base entries. RELAX!!!!!!!!!!! ARRG! Freakin’ A Man! Perhaps I should lay off the sugar.
T~
...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...
7 Mint Double Stuff Oreos later, I’m about to go climb the walls and go shoot people in CS:S or play some Chuzzle to relieve some stress and angst here. I gotta gain some more momentum before I switch over to the application process from data base entries. RELAX!!!!!!!!!!! ARRG! Freakin’ A Man! Perhaps I should lay off the sugar.
T~
...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...
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Lucky Number Slevin…. Er-Um 2007!
So here’s to 2007 being a better and luckier year than the last one. I have to say that aside from the bliss of having my schnookums around, sporadic fencing, sewing, and otherwise looking for a job, this year has to be better than the last! It does not look promising that I will be returning to Purdue for work. I haven’t heard anything from my supervisor at all. I e-mail once a week or so to remind her I am still around and willing to fill in wherever I am needed. It looks like the last office I worked at may have screwed me big time. I can even assume that the offices I worked for while at Purdue might have screwed me collectively. It’s hard to meet criteria when it’s not clear what the criteria happens to be at any given office. Right? Right! This is especially so when you’re treated like the idiot place holder for someone more “qualified” that you to do the job they already have you doing. Sheesh.
The joy is, I can refile for unemployment, it will be based off the last 18 months and that means my highest paid quarter of those 18 months would still include Wabash Valley Hospital; the irony being that was biggest screw over on me in the first place and it will save me from earning only the minimum pay of $50 a week from unemployment. Who the hell can live off of $50 a week? Perhaps if it was summer time and I had to live in my car, I could eat off that, but not live, not pay bills of any fashion… It makes me wonder if we should just live in an extreme socialist state for a while. Food for thought there me thinks.
So my New Year’s Eve consisted of fencing at Pieter’s house in the barn. Trying out a new fencing hood drape to see how much cooler it would feel to have it on over the mask rather than a hood crammed under the mask. I can hear better, I don’t feel like the fat kid getting the face squished together by grandma, and it’s just plan cool to be recognized as appearing to be a clown Sith fencing in a barn. Now that’s entertainment folks! Not to mention the bells hanging off the lire pipe on the back of the drape. wOOt! Gonna finish one for Adam within the next few days, but I gotta get some other work done first. Right now, I am just taking a break and it feels needed before I get all antsy and have to rummage through the fridge. I don’t want my ass hanging out of the fridge every half hour damnit.
Meanwhile, I guess I should get my happy as back on the job here and get some work done. I can at least keep that home “work” going until I hear what the verdict is on the unemployment and if I have to, start working at Julie’s again to keep myself occupied. I suppose I could claim all I can at Julie’s and offset the weekly claims to stretch it out as long as I can. Now that I know I can do that and keep looking for a job, it helps not to panic too much. TTFN
Tammolly ~ Hanging in there.
...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...
The joy is, I can refile for unemployment, it will be based off the last 18 months and that means my highest paid quarter of those 18 months would still include Wabash Valley Hospital; the irony being that was biggest screw over on me in the first place and it will save me from earning only the minimum pay of $50 a week from unemployment. Who the hell can live off of $50 a week? Perhaps if it was summer time and I had to live in my car, I could eat off that, but not live, not pay bills of any fashion… It makes me wonder if we should just live in an extreme socialist state for a while. Food for thought there me thinks.
So my New Year’s Eve consisted of fencing at Pieter’s house in the barn. Trying out a new fencing hood drape to see how much cooler it would feel to have it on over the mask rather than a hood crammed under the mask. I can hear better, I don’t feel like the fat kid getting the face squished together by grandma, and it’s just plan cool to be recognized as appearing to be a clown Sith fencing in a barn. Now that’s entertainment folks! Not to mention the bells hanging off the lire pipe on the back of the drape. wOOt! Gonna finish one for Adam within the next few days, but I gotta get some other work done first. Right now, I am just taking a break and it feels needed before I get all antsy and have to rummage through the fridge. I don’t want my ass hanging out of the fridge every half hour damnit.
Meanwhile, I guess I should get my happy as back on the job here and get some work done. I can at least keep that home “work” going until I hear what the verdict is on the unemployment and if I have to, start working at Julie’s again to keep myself occupied. I suppose I could claim all I can at Julie’s and offset the weekly claims to stretch it out as long as I can. Now that I know I can do that and keep looking for a job, it helps not to panic too much. TTFN
Tammolly ~ Hanging in there.
...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...
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