Godangit! June 6, 2007

I am so freaking sick of dealing with my other boss. He really showed his ass yesterday, and luckily I came out looking much better. Even still, the amount of rudeness and disrespect he showed me was absolutely unacceptable. Even my “real” boss jumped to my defense, and he normally stays out of this kind of bullshit.

Yesterday morning around 11:15 I get an e-mail asking for a departmental copy card. First of all, I have no idea what in the hell he’s talking about, and secondly, I don’t know for what purpose. So I ask him if it’s for the department or the policy center (which is what I do work for). This is what he responds with:

Dear Heather:

Anything I ask you to do will be for the {organization I work for}, period.

You do not need to ever ask me that question again.

OB

Right, then. So, I go down the hall to find out the procedure, and in the meantime I get a call from my real boss, who was in B’ham, saying that he had already spoken to other boss and stood up for me. Yay! Then he said that other boss told him to tell me that I needed to come over right away and make some copies for him. What the fuck ever happened to direct communication?!

So, I go over there, and there’s a stack of archived journals that he wants copied. I go down the hall to do that, and he doesn’t say anything else about the copy card. I finish the copies, then he wants me to walk these huge-ass heavy books a block to the library to return them. Never-fucking-mind that he’s heading over there in 15 minutes. It’s hot, and the books weigh a ton.

I get back to my office to do real work and he calls me. “Where’s my copy card?” I had no idea he wanted it right then. So I haul my ass over to the Ferg (about a 10 minute walk, one way), wait in line, get it, and then go to the Ed. Library. He’s sitting in there w/ his daughter, and I walk over hand him the card and apologize for the wait. He doesn’t even look up and just says an absent-minded “thank you” and continues to read. Fucker.

I can’t wait until I no longer have to put up w/ his bullshit.

June 4, 2007

This weekend we went to our friend Stu’s house to watch Thin. Good lord is that movie disturbing. It’s a documentary about an eating disorder clinic in Florida, and some of the patients there were incredibly frustrating. At the same time, I don’t feel like the facility did a good job with getting behind the issues that drove them to restrict or purge. It’s not just about changing behaviors, it’s about addressing underlying issues. Most of the people ended up coming back, some sooner than others. One in particular was some 15 year old emo chick that seemed, as one other patient said, to want to be the sickest person there. She was actually average sized, but I’m sure about 10 lbs of her weight came in the form of all the damn eyeliner she put on. I felt bad for her, but she simply did not want to change or get better, and the staff there didn’t seem to know what the hell they were doing. She was really whiny, too. The worst part was that she got sent home early because her insurance ran out, and her home environment was most of her problem, since her mom had an eating disorder, too. If you like documentaries, this is a good one to watch. However, seeing as how I’ve struggled w/ eating and weight problems in the past, some of it was kind of upsetting. This is not an uplifting movie at all, but worth seeing.

Scott and I had a pretty intense discussion on Friday, and I think things are better now. He realized that he was putting himself more in to the planning than he was our relationship. I think his priorities will be more in line now.

I’m so excited that I get to go to yoga tonight after a few weeks off (I couldn’t go because I was in class every night). It is so nice to think that I will just have work every day and no academic obligations. Just 11 more work days before we leave for NOLA!!!!

June 1, 2007

I’m done w/ class! w00t!!! I don’t have to go to another class until July 10.

Oh, and I’m getting married this month.

I so do not feel like working today. Oh well, I still get paid.