Dec 02 2009
In which the Hotfessional complains repeatedly
Did you just say to yourself, “So what else is new?” Because I know I did.
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Three times today, I’ve tried to attend meetings. I say tried, because although I explicitly TOLD all of the appropriate meeting-schedulers (aka “damned idiots”) that I would be working remotely this week, they didn’t bother to set up conference dial-ins. AND they’ve ignored my emails requesting that they either:
- CALL me
- Get me a number to CALL them
I don’t think that’s too much to ask. As much as I would love to be able to telepathically communicate with those sitting in some airless room on the other side of the lake, I haven’t honed that particular skill yet.
So, anyway, I’m sitting here waiting for someone to notice that I’m not there and call me.
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The dog came in last night after his evening constitutional and smelled like Winter. Dog-tinged Winter, to be sure, but Winter. It’s the only thing I like about the whole season.
The scent of the air, not the smell of the dog I mean. Snirk. The dog stinks – even with Parfum d’Hiver .
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My to-do-list for the trip is only one item shorter. I’ve been staring at it all day and yet NOTHING is getting crossed off. WTF?
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The phone call for the final meeting of the day finally came. And the guy who is talking hasn’t taken a breath in seven minutes. So I can’t get a word in about what he’s saying.
Which is wrong.
So now I’m flipping him the phone the middle finger. Yes, I’m mature. Bite me.
*****lalalalala*****
I’m NOT working tomorrow. I’m thinking about NOT letting Mr. Hot get out of bed all day. Just in case no one hears from me, y’know. I mean, granted, we sleep apart three nights every week on a regular basis, but DUDES. I just counted. Sixteen nights.
I’m going to drown myself in tears.
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It’s supposed to SNOW tomorrow. And one of the cats puked all over the rug in the hallway.
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—- Trying to get my ass out of this funk, so I looked for one of my very favorite songs by one of my favorite artists. Let’s hope it works. —-
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I’ve noticed that staring at my to-do list doesn’t get items crossed off, either. What’s up with that? Shouldn’t it be WAY more effective?
Flipping people off on conference calls does not make them stop being wrong. Or assholes. It does, however, make you feel better. So does putting your phone on mute and calling them several colorful names. Just make sure you hit that mute button. *snerk*
Whoa. Sixteen nights away from your hubby. I think I’ll cry a few tears FOR you. And then hug my own hubby. Have a great trip, though.
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Do you need someone to whip your ass into shape? If so, I volunteer. Take care of at least three items on your To Do list today and then report back to me.
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OK, so…I’m very grumpy myself this morning and this is my second attempt at a comment here (due to user error, dammit), so…
If by “meeting schedulers (aka “damned idiots”)” you mean secretaries/admin assistants, then don’t look over here because I am flipping you, um, I mean the computer the bird. If you mean some middle-management-type who was in charge of scheduling the meeting/conf call, I take back the one finger salute and instead offer my complete understanding and sympathy.
Parfum d’Hiver – LOLOLOL I said “you smell cold!” to my sister’s dog one evening last week. Everybody looked at me funny except the dog. She gets me.
I’m torn between empathy for the 16 Mr. Hot-less nights and envy that you get to sleep with the man you love 4 nights every week. And I’m jealous of how sweet night 17 will be.
Not working today? Bite me. Not letting Mr. Hot out of bed all day? Bite him…or at least nibble!
It’s supposed to snow here in the next few days, too. I wore my mittens for the first time yesterday. How many days until May?
That Marving Gaye video made me think of auditions for my high school’s annual talent show circa 1981. A boy sang “Sexual Healing” – he got about 3 words into the first chorus before the director yelled “thank you!” and moved on to the next person. That kid’s gyrations and bad singing (not to mention the inappropriateness of the song) still crack me up.
Funked or just funky, I heart you, Ms. Hot, even when I’m grumpy.
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It’s a horrible thing to stare at a long list helplessly. I feel that way EVERY beginning of December.
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I do that flipping the bird to the phone thing ALL. THE. TIME.
Because people are idiots.
I hope you get everything done!
My to-do list is getting LONGER every time I look at it – WTF? And I’m with you on the puke. The Terrorist is a puker and given a choice between tile/hardwood/linoleum and rugs/carpet? Picks rugs/carpet every damn time!
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It is my humble opinion you’re not staring hard enough at that list.
You’re gonna have to put more effort into it.
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I heard that a cat turning it’s back on the fire meant that there was going to be a frost, but I don’t know that one vomiting presaged snow. I must remember that.
For some amusement, you could start making odd noises to phone guy and see how long it takes him to respond.
Parfum d’Hiver. hee hee hee. You are a funny one.
Ah, flipping the phone the bird – or in my case, the double bird. Another reason I’m not looking forward to video conferencing, should that time arrive while I’m still working. (likely)
We had a recurring problem with setting up conference bridges in my group, despite feedback about it to the scheduler. I think we actually had to do an intervention there, where we calculated how much work time was lost trying to scramble a bridge and link after the meetings started. Good times.
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I love when there are phone issues and I don’t have to attend conference calls. Or when we were having phone problems and every time my boss called, the call got dropped.
I SWEAR! It really did. I didn’t hang up on her!
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My husband often works at home. Those days are generally spent on conference calls. I “get” to hear some of the participants. I think my husband knows that same person who never takes a breath. Fun stuff.
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