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toomuchplor) wrote2010-10-28 02:43 pm
toomuchplor) wrote2010-10-28 02:43 pm
3 p.m.! Must be bitchin' time!
I am in the midst of one of those hellish work periods where everything non-worky recedes and you discover a creepy ability to think of twenty to-do items at once. Today I was tasked to organize a meeting. Actually, I have been trying to organize this particular meeting for weeks, but today seems like the last chance it will happen this month. My main plague in the meeting organization is the inability of my co-workers to remember the 'reply all' button on emails; the result is that I've only now pieced together that everyone has in fact responded with yes/no answers to various proposed times, but they've done so singly, to some other person who is not me, over and over again. Oh, co-workers. You are all so dumb.
(Yes, I know there are better/faster ways to organize meetings than email. But trust me when I say my co-workers do not operate on this technological level.)
When I called co-worker T to confirm a meeting for this evening, he was grumpy. I guess I'd woken him from his afternoon nap. (He is nearly 42. Deal with that shit.) I mean, we all work from home to a degree in this organization, but naptime? On a Thursday afternoon? Dear lord!
Anyway, once I got past the grumpy and asked about the meeting time, the response was, "Why are we meeting anyway?" I explained why. He did not sound satisfied. Because clearly I *love* meetings! I *live* to upset his naptime schedule! We then proceeded to discuss other business. Part of T's grumpiness is apparently because today he is super swamped with work (I guess naptime is proof of that?) and I am stressing him out by asking him to make a single phone call to deal with something that is 100% his problem anyway. Also, I am resisting his desire to substantially change an upcoming concert plan (i.e. 2 weeks away) by adding a second show because the single show we'd planned is sold out already. The posters are printed. The ticket agent is engaged. The venue is booked. The performers know the existing schedule. And if we add a second show all of this changes. It's not that I'm opposed. I just know that every single detail will fall to me to reorganize and that makes *me* grumpy to say the least. But, fine. If he can do a straw poll of our performers and get them to agree, I will do it. Okay. (And I really am being fairly pleasant about this, if reluctant.)
This whole time, I am thinking that I have two pieces of good me-related news to share and I wish T (who otherwise I would consider a friend) would stop being such an asshat so I could share said news. I finally bite the bullet and share news item 1 - I have been asked to step into a substantial position of leadership in our province's musical community. Yay? And he says, "Oh, man," in this exasperated exhausted voice like I am PUTTING HIM OUT by having some profile other than as his personal servant.
Yeah, he didn't deserve news item 2. (It is that I have been asked to conduct an honour choir in a province across the country next summer. It is kind of a big deal. Bite me, T.)
(Yes, I know there are better/faster ways to organize meetings than email. But trust me when I say my co-workers do not operate on this technological level.)
When I called co-worker T to confirm a meeting for this evening, he was grumpy. I guess I'd woken him from his afternoon nap. (He is nearly 42. Deal with that shit.) I mean, we all work from home to a degree in this organization, but naptime? On a Thursday afternoon? Dear lord!
Anyway, once I got past the grumpy and asked about the meeting time, the response was, "Why are we meeting anyway?" I explained why. He did not sound satisfied. Because clearly I *love* meetings! I *live* to upset his naptime schedule! We then proceeded to discuss other business. Part of T's grumpiness is apparently because today he is super swamped with work (I guess naptime is proof of that?) and I am stressing him out by asking him to make a single phone call to deal with something that is 100% his problem anyway. Also, I am resisting his desire to substantially change an upcoming concert plan (i.e. 2 weeks away) by adding a second show because the single show we'd planned is sold out already. The posters are printed. The ticket agent is engaged. The venue is booked. The performers know the existing schedule. And if we add a second show all of this changes. It's not that I'm opposed. I just know that every single detail will fall to me to reorganize and that makes *me* grumpy to say the least. But, fine. If he can do a straw poll of our performers and get them to agree, I will do it. Okay. (And I really am being fairly pleasant about this, if reluctant.)
This whole time, I am thinking that I have two pieces of good me-related news to share and I wish T (who otherwise I would consider a friend) would stop being such an asshat so I could share said news. I finally bite the bullet and share news item 1 - I have been asked to step into a substantial position of leadership in our province's musical community. Yay? And he says, "Oh, man," in this exasperated exhausted voice like I am PUTTING HIM OUT by having some profile other than as his personal servant.
Yeah, he didn't deserve news item 2. (It is that I have been asked to conduct an honour choir in a province across the country next summer. It is kind of a big deal. Bite me, T.)
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♥ x 1000000000000000
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*dies*
Your Two Awesome Things are indeed awesome! \o/
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And that's what I think of when arsehole workers (or work in general) gets to me. I just look fondly on my pics of the west and I can't help but smile. I may or may not throw in some overlaid images of David Hewlett... just sayin' :D