Treat Me Like Crap and Ask For A Favor?

I really do not understand people sometimes.  Maybe I really did come from another planet?  I saw Superman at an impressionable age and was convinced that I to came from another planet.  After all, there was no way I was biologically related to the people I called "Mom" and "Dad."  So it was just wishful thinking, but it did help me get by. 

So back to my rant.  This person in the office has been treating everyone like they aren't woth this persons time.  This person and I used to get along pretty well.  Then, everyone in the office decided not to put up with petty crap, and things went to hell in a hand basket.  Now, this person will not speak to me unless something is needed from me, or if I speak first.  This is fine.  I can live with that.  I'm getting to the point of being pretty independent and not needing this persons help.   This person is obviously not happy with me, because interactions with this person and I are strained where as interactions with this person and some of the other coworkers have not changed.  They get stories and laughter.  I get one word answers and occasionally the look.  Not this look.  More like this look.   

So today this person comes to me, at the last minute, with something that didn't get finished and now this person was expecting me to do it.  This person was out off and on all day, and just "didn't have time."  WTF ever.  It's been on the calendar for a while, and this person had the email asking this person to do it this morning.  Even if I don't want to do something (like this person with said task I was getting) I get it done and try not to hand it off to someone else.  If I knew I had stuff to get done, I wouldn't be going out for long lunches.  I would be going to one of my coworkers early on and just say "Hey, I have x to do and don't think I'm going to be able to get to it, would you mind?"  Or, I would just do my job.  I did the task when it was given to me in the last hour of the day.  I wasn't happy about it.  I had to suck it up and do it.  I would have felt better about it if I didn't feel like this person was treating me like a leper.  Okay, it's not even really that bad, but I'm venting so it has to be exciting.  Things are not finished between this person and I.  My new mantra is I will not be a door mat.  Today's task had to be done, it was due today.  If there wasn't such a tight deadline I would have pushed back.  I'm just going to be smart about picking my battles, so when I do I don't come across looking petty and spiteful.  I'll leave that up to this person who is not making friends in the office at the rate this person is going.

~Emily

Messed Up

It's messed up that the impending Monday can completely put a damper on the last half of Sunday.  The clock hits 4pm and I start thinking about Monday.  It's sad, because I still have Sunday to enjoy.  It was a lovely weekend full of relaxing and Jamba Juice.  I hate to see it go, but there is that stupid looming Monday sticking its tongue out at me and reminding me it is rapidly approaching.  Stupid Monday.

~Emily

I Love Weekends

Today was a lovely restful day.  I played World of Warcraft, surfed the web, watched a few movies and even did some laundry.  David bought me a Mango-a-go-go and some yummy chinese for dinner.  It was a loverly day.  Tomorrow will hopefully be more of the same.  The down time has been much needed, and very welcome.  Now if only the pollen and crap in tne air wasn't so evil, Daivd is having voodoo allergies and I feel bad for him.

One of the movies we watched today was The Other Boleyn Girl, staring Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson, Eric Bana (to name a few).   I like Natalie and Scarlett.  I think Eric Bana is a wanker.  I enjoyed the movie.  To be fair, I wasn't paying 100% attention because I was running around in World of Warcraft while it was on.  I should see it a second time before I really review it.  But from what I saw, I would certainly watch it a second time and I think that says something.

Okay, I'm rambling now.  That must mean it's bed time (or very close). :)

~Emily

*Doing My Friday Dance*

After almost two weeks of vacation bliss this week at work was brutal.  I was going through some massive David withdrawls, I really enjoyed our time together.  The vibe at the office is just so tense.  I think being away from it for over a week where I was de-stressed and mellow only made it more noticeable.  I can only hope things will get better.  I think some things have, but it's this whole balance thing.  If productivity goes up, being a CJTC goes up as well.  It's a trade off.  I guess ultimately it will make me a stronger person.  I'm having to stand up for myself (I'm not getting in trouble, I just mean if I don't like something I'm learning to deal with it be not being little miss doormat).  I'm also having to think through whatever I do, but I am a good little bee and I don't practice activities at work that are frowned on.  I will have to thank my dad this weekend for the work ethic he help implant in my brain.  So this weekend has been much anticipated.  :)

~Emily

CJTC

That stands for something.  I'm not gonna say, because it is not lady like.  It is part of one of my favorite lines from the movie Blade: Trinity.  I bring this up from work frustration.  We are having a bit of a retaliation situation (a mild one compared to what we see every day).  One of the staff had a poor evaluation, and is now trying to being down the wrath of God on everyone else.  So, every time we do/say/mention something about/to/in earshot of this person you never know what will happen.  I think, ultimately once things have shaken out a bit and everyone stands up for themselves things will be fine.  But for the time being, one has to wonder if this person knows how this behavior is coming across to the rest of the office.  All I can say is I'm glad it's almost Friday.  I'm looking forward to a nice weekend, at home, with my sweetie and our puppy.  Oh, and coffee/jamba jucies.  Must have the essental liquids of life (which would also include wine and gin and tonics).  

~Emily

I Did It Again

So I'm really good at freaking myself out.  I don't need to watch anything on tv.  I don't need to read a book.  I can freak myself out with my own mind.  Impressive eh?  *rolls eyes*  What it boils down to is I'm a big frickin chicken.  If I take the trash out in the dark, I'm fine walking to the trash can.  The minute I turn my back on the trash can I have to bolt for the house as quick as I can.  I also get freaked out around open windows at night (which we have several of just for the sole amusement of our cat and because I'm too lazy to open and close them every day).  So what have I done again?  I'm up late, alone, watching Ghost Hunters on the Sci-Fi channel.  I love this show.  David and I watch it together.  Then we head up stairs together.  Together.  Together is good.  I am not together.  I am alone.  Alone bad.  As soon as this episode is over I am turning off the tv and working my way upstairs to bed as fast as I can, turning off the lights and NOT looking at the open windows as I go.  I promised David I would not scream as I launch myself into bed.  I guess I shouldn't launch myself into bed either, I might launch myself into cute sleeping David.

Tomorrow we were supposed to have photos take at work for the office web site.  This is bad.  I do not photograph well, speaking of being a chicken...  Thankfully they have been cancelled, not everyone could be present.  I guess it gives me time to decide what to wear, how to do my hair and all that other really stupid girl stuff.  Can you tell I'm rambling? 

Okay, I'm gonna try to finish this episode and head up to bed without being attacked by some dark force, lurking, as a result of my watching Ghost Hunters.

~Emily

How I Know I Will Never Be A Vegetarian

Today I reflecting on me, who I am, and what makes me, well, me.  I remembered a paper I had to write back in grade school (3rd or 4th grade).  The assignment was to essentially write a little biography.  I mentioned my parents, probably my sisters, and maybe the cat.  The only other thing I said was, "I like meat."

That is still true today.  My favorite meal (some of which I had tonight thanks to my David) is steak, some kind of potato and artichokes.  This, of course, should be washed down with a nice dark beer.  I could not imagine not eating meat, or meat products (yes even the occasional hot dog-if you consider that a meat product).

There is certainly more to me than my love of meat.  It was just funny to remember that of all the things I could have said I liked (the color green, cats, my little ponies) I picked meat.  I guess I was a strange little fishie right from the start.

~Emily