A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Excuse me (motherfucker) that's my (goddamn) stapler The outbreak of a few extra short-term expenses has been something of a minor strain and annoyance... I have managed to avoid being completely broke each time and as soon as the weather has finished cooling off to the point where neither my two little furry miscreant children or i need to run the cooler anymore i can get back on track with all the shit i need to do... It is my full intention to start my christmas shopping a lot earlier this year... like next month as opposed to trying to save up whatever until the last two weeks and scrape the edge of broke for the intervening period between the shopping and the paycheck Between the projects i am attached to and the political pressure from on high for our office to roll out and go live with the software system that we've been working on for something like the last two years (the new job whose bits and pieces i have been slowly taking on for half the time i have been with the office while start dates are repeatedly pushed back...and one of the bosses wonders why I'm always late coming in just about every day... easy, if the project i passed up a previous promotion opportunity for is two years late and counting, why should it matter if i'm 25 minutes late each morning especially since i take short lunches more often than not and am consistently one of the last ones out of the office each night... The part that really kinda sucks is that now the burden is on me to write the new job description to hopefully get myself reclassified where i was originally told when i came on board for this that one of the perks of the added technical responsibilities was that i was going to be reclassified into an ostensibly higher pay grade after the program had been in place for six months... the way i see it is that the program is two years late and the promotion which i more than think i've earned is at least 18 months late they shouldn't be surprised if my dedication to the job begins to waver at least a little... and when the little bastard who held up the process for at least six of those months by suing us for breaching the contract on the basis of his faulty and delinquent performance (which was well within the parameters of the Terms and Conditions of the contract itself) shows up on a fishing trip through some of our agency's files looking to save hismelf from being reamed by the administrative hearings officer by hoping for some dirt to kick back at us shows up and expects me to be anything more than professionally cordial, it was all i could do not to decorate the cubicle where i let members of the public review contract files with his entrails I can't tell you just how satisfying it would have been to rend and tear the unctious little worm into slivers, chips and pulpy red scraps end of rant for the moment 10:01 p.m. - 2003-09-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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