Gooooood Morning, Reader!! How quickly I’ve become insufferable with all my good morning-ness. I’m up, practically bounded out of that warm bed, ready to grab this day! Well, at the least I’m grabbing my cuppa coffee with both hands, and scarfing down an egg sammy before work.
In interesting to no one really news, ever since I even started INTERVIEWING for this job, my stomach has been growling while at the office. Maybe it was really like a dog in the pit of my gut, growling out a warning to me, the way junkyard dogs can growl out Keep Out, only I didn’t heed my junkyard dog’s warnings and now I’m paying the piper, and I really hate that demanding piper, Reader. I have an 8:30 a.m. weekly one-on-one starting today, and so I’m feeding my junkyard dog beforehand.
“How are things going at the new nine-to-five, Trixie?” Well, thanks for asking Reader. It shows you care. Without saying too much, let’s just say I should have paid heed to my junkyard dog. Instead I just fed it a sandwich, squashing it’s growl. I keep reminding myself that as the winds blow, things change.
Oh, one reason the 8:30 meeting sticks in my junkyard dog’s craw is that my hours are 8:30-5:30. Planning a meeting at starting time is frankly rude. If you’re a manager and you do this, stop it. Right now. It’s incredibly controlling when there is no need to try to control people. We’re not Nazi’s, unless you are, and if so screw you, Nazi.
On that note, it’s time to throw on some pants and make like a tree and get outta here.