Oh man. Michael and I just had a most engaging and energetic conversation about the corporation/employee relationship and maybe I was two glasses of wine in, but I was gesticulating much more than normal. And saying "fuck" a lot.More than a little pissed (and somewhat buzzed) I took the interwebs to rail and rally against the Man, but I checked my email first and had a couple of interesting ones.
Hey, I'll go to any number of team building sessions that you want and engage in strategic planning and we can talk about employee gain sharing and do trust exercises and then break for lunch which consists of substandard cold cut sandwiches and slightly watery salad. You still caused the catastrophic diversion of wealth from the middle class to the wealthy. You still protect your own interests. You still roll over on me when I try and do the job which is laid out in the rule book that you wrote, because to touch a certain issue is too "political" and no one has the balls or the wherewithal to tackle it.
Cool. I'll just code it to postage.
The first email was from a friend of ours that we've run numerous marathons with and that finally, after running close to 70 marathons (and qualifying for Boston routinely) is finally coming to Boston with us next year. I mentioned to him that Michael and I were moving this weekend and he (who has a landscaping business on the side) said he wouldn't trim the Queen's bush if she asked this weekend, but that he has a truck and a tarp at the ready if we need it.
Earlier in the day R reiterated that she would be happy to help me pack up our boxes of crap to move.
And the last email was from my Nana's husband who said that he and my grandmother were cajoled into dressing up for Hallowe'en at their retirement home tonight.Dude: even Michael and I did SFA for Hallowe'en tonight and we're half their age.
Fuck work. Fuck the stupid shit that gets me all overwrought so that by the time I managed to make it through bullshit traffic and rain to make my yoga class at 6pm I almost clocked the guy that muttered something unintelligible under his breath (surely, surely a derogatory comment about my overall appearance: I could just TELL) as I ran past him in my squeaking sneakers.
It is. Be enthusiastic about it, enjoy it, or accept it.
I accept that there are large segments of my work life that are borderline retarded.
I enjoy yoga.
I am enthusiastic that two of my friends want to help me move and, moreover, that my 87 year old grandmother dressed up like a cowgirl tonight.
She looks great, must have been one hell of a cowgirl to have a buckle that size! Fuck work! Their problem is their balls are too inflated with hot air. I'm headed to the Red Rocks to do some yoga, maybe a week without me the boss and #2 will realize how much work I crank out in a day.
ReplyDeleteShe seriously is! She comes from cattle country. My mom's cousin is in the Alberta Rodeo Hall of Fame (my brother and I had an autographed poster of him - sponsored by Brahma Boots - growing up).
DeleteInteresting how bosses never know how valuable you are until you aren't there.
I hope your respite was a good one.
Wow, the Hall of Fame!!! Rodeo runs deep in our family too, my side and hubby's.
ReplyDeleteThe boss is still being pissy today. But I'm ready for him the next time he yells at me... I'll just tell him I'm not his wife and go to HR.
The week in Sedona was awesome, y'all should go there sometime.