8:15 a.m.||||2004-05-26
oo - oo -oo.
I haven't been updating much and for that I am sorry. I have been busy and wishing I had a truly codified second language, created by and for me, but understandeable by at least one other live being. As it is, as usual, there's subtext, lots of it. Maybe I can find a graphic later to leave as a clue.
Ummmm.
But things are definitely looking up - one thing I am trying to avoid lately is this coming here and peeing on the page, so to speak, although I am a complainer by nature. Not as bad as Harry, though, and not meant to imply that I am incapable of optimism, enthusiasm, or that I am just plain dreadful to be around - I'm ok. And Harry is a diabolical whiner, that I love.
And also these days, in my list of those loved, are Dave. He tries. So hard. (Hey, maybe I'll use that weird thing that Kristie Helms - cubiclegirl - used in her novel "Dish it Up Baby!" - Where. For emphasis. She just types/thinks/wprd prcesses. In fragments.
I'm thinking that's meant to sound Jewish, dialectically - like the choppiness. Verklenpt.
Anyway.
Work is off the freaking hook.
Around my 90 day review I had this visceral sudden realization like fear/horror/contempt for my job (not specifically here, but the role of the receptionist in the world...)and tried to imagine the next fifteen years, couldn't, was hurt by trying, and then thought "if I don't get more to do, I will fucking die of boredom and then I'll be dead and have to quit"
In all other aspects where my job at Leizerman's failed to achieve a good equitible balance between power/weakness, money/poverty, training/throwing new-hires to the dogs without benefit of health insurance, a working wage and vacation pay....and equity between friends/sexual harassers - this job takes care of its own and itself. My thing is - gasp - the phones primarily and all the annoying circular crap that that sometimes entails - although, as a lab, we at least get educated, mostly, and science-minded callers....not bent on small-talk - just trying to get through, ultmately, to someone who will actually take a call and not blow 'em off (Ok. a nominal amount of that behavior, as a whole this is a dignified adult sorta place)(Where I look like a grape in a bowl of raspberries)
So, phone are no-brainers and not too challenging, eh?
I get a lot of British, Irish, Korean, Middle-Eastern callers. C'est trey interessant, ca. It's not like we fall in love every time, or anything, but there's chemistry. Definitely.
Good lord, I hate being from the fucking Midwestern part of the U S of A. How moronic. And yet. Tellable, in a way. Only I can tell it.
Dave pointed out the other day that suddenly I have been saying "You KNOW" a lot lately. I tried to remember and came up with Nicki Newbury who got me started saying that, about eight years ago - "You KNOW?!" But short and clipped, kinda ghettoey gangsta.
I am so rambling as I go betwixt this and writing up all the board room appointments - followed by an HR jam session at some point.
Sometime today IT brings me FrontPage 2002 and IT brings me some kind of premade template to base the new Intranet on, and really, I'm doing it, I think. Except I don't have to actually suggest the final product (which I spent two weeks researching and then discovered there is no such thing) - and we're not building our own design inasmuch as graphics and layout is concerned. Thing expedite. I get it. And it IS way less complicated then the thing I was going to build - but I will see all the components, broken down and learn the process of at least one answer to the business environment Intranet. At the end of my life, I am going to be sick of the two letter - HR>
I gotta move.
Later