Oops. Guess who didn't pay her Typepad bill for a while...
Some snippets of life from the past few weeks:
- VelcroDog has decided to stay, which means he has to start the doggy visa process right now-ish for the move to London.
- The Blue Jedi, alas, he is gone*.
- One of the chuckleheads at work was handing out free fruit-juice popcicles one day. I took an orange one. At least, I thought it was orange. One lick informed me of my error. Pineapple. My lips were numb for several hours.
- The dude I work for/with/whatever shall henceforth be known as Kara. No, not that Kara.
- Speaking of Star Trek, Sylar makes a hell of a sexy Spock.
- VelcroDog performs the sacred rite of the dinner dance, but not at dinner time. At pretty much all times except while I am making his dinner... While I'm making his dinner he sits patiently by and watches. Beandog would be horrified, or at least perplexed.
- I am so done with this MBA. I mean, I'm not, but I am. You know?
And now an office tale from this morning...
Last week the company president (henceforth: Gaius Baltar) pulled me off what I was doing and had me do a project for him. I spent a day scrubbing, sorting, aligning, and analysing 200 rows of data, and turned my report in at the end of the week.
On Monday I was told I'd been given the wrong file. The file I was supposed to have been sent contained 600 rows, not 200. So I scrapped my work and started fresh. I did up a report and sent it to Baltar on Wednesday night. This morning Bridget told me to call him. Now.
Baltar picked up the phone and demanded to know if I thought this was good work. Do you really think you're good at your job? Let me ask you something: are you actually proud of this? He spat the questions at me, more hissing than yelling. This is a man who enjoys making people cry. His non-work hobbies include stealing chocolate from small children, kicking puppies, and expensive women.
Oh dear. Did I screw the whole thing up? Make a typo? Put too much effort into a little thing? Put not enough effort in? What?
Um... Well, I was until about 10 seconds ago. Now I'm worried.
He laughed and said, I am so funny. I crack myself up. I should be a stand-up comic. Ya, shades of David Brent. He went on to say the report was great. He loved it. It's excellent. From now on, do the same thing every month.
Ya, Kara ain't too pleased about that part.
*He's not dead. He just lives with his new forever home now.
+ Wow, that David Brent move would have brought me to tears pretty quickly.
+ Everyone keeps telling me about Hot Spock. I really need to go see for myself!
+ When are you going to London!?
Posted by: lisa the knitter | Sunday, 31 May 2009 at 01:49