I know you’re sick of hearing it, but I’m tired. And pregnancy has robbed me of any tact. Like, this morning, when I had to show up at work at 5:30 to prepare books for our review and my coworker (the one I’ve been complaining about since I got here) looked at me as if we hadn’t planned every asonine detail for the last four days. Wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights, “What do I do?” I wasn’t nice then.
Or when our general came out to check his phone, and I asked him, “Permission to touch, sir,”.. WHY DID I SAY THAT, LIKE I’M MILITARY? Anyway, when he looked at me quizzically, I said, “Nevermind, sir, I’m gonna fix your collar because it’s driving me crazy. If you don’t want me to, bat at me or something.” He laughed, THANK GOD, but one of his Executive Officers came up subsequently and said, “Ma’am.. we don’t touch the General.”
Or when some other coworker at another site was whining about all the work he had to do, and he then asked me to help him out. I had offered help about fifteen minutes earlier, but he wouldn’t take it at that time.. we were playing martyr. So I said, “Well, my time is limited, so do you want me to spend it helping you or crying a goddamn river?”
And the amazing thing? Ready?
I’ve said or done all of this today, and have still gotten TWO job offers over here: one for IT and one for Support Services. The General called me bold and audacious; and our senior vp said I take great care of him.
Of course, the meeting is not yet over, so I may be cursing myself.
Long story short: we are eating a killer meal tonight at The Hitching Post (who’s seen Sideways? It’s that restaurant).