Regarding the previous post, my dad was right. My company was 25% acquired, but not my specific department, so I don't think anything will change. Whoop de doo.
On a different note, my annual performance and salary review is next Wednesday. Time to repent and reflect upon my work sins.
September 28, 2013
September 19, 2013
Shit is Getting Real (?)
Yesterday at work, a vague email was sent to the entire company announcing that there will be a meeting for everyone on Friday and/or Monday (there are time slots, since all 250 of us won't fit in any of the conference rooms). In the 2 1/2ish years I've worked here, we've never had an all-company meeting. Most announcements are made via email (retirements, new equity partners, moving to a different floor), so I have no idea what could be so important that we all need to be told in person.
Last night, my teammate and I were at a campus recruiting event with our partner, and took the opportunity to play a 'what is the meeting about?' game of 20 questions: [Are we moving? (no) Are we acquiring a new company? (no) Is a partner leaving and taking business away? (no) etc., etc., etc.]. We then asked if he even knew what the meeting was about (yes).
"Are you allowed to tell us?" I asked.
He hesitated..."No. Probably not."
So....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? Guess I'll find out tomorrow.
My dad's theory is that we are either merging or being acquired by another company. Hmmm.
Last night, my teammate and I were at a campus recruiting event with our partner, and took the opportunity to play a 'what is the meeting about?' game of 20 questions: [Are we moving? (no) Are we acquiring a new company? (no) Is a partner leaving and taking business away? (no) etc., etc., etc.]. We then asked if he even knew what the meeting was about (yes).
"Are you allowed to tell us?" I asked.
He hesitated..."No. Probably not."
So....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? Guess I'll find out tomorrow.
My dad's theory is that we are either merging or being acquired by another company. Hmmm.
September 16, 2013
The Mondays
Dear thief,
Today, for the first time in 2+ years of my employed adult life, I brought a real, home-cooked meal for lunch. It was a chicken, chickpea and rice curry that I'd cooked for dinner (for those of you who don't know me- it's extremely rare for me to prepare a meal that isn't made in a microwave and takes more than 5 minutes total). Mid-morning, a co-worker asked if I wanted to order food from a restaurant. I declined, because I had a delicious lunch waiting for me in the fridge. When lunchtime arrived, I went to the fridge, and my lunch wasn't there. I checked both refrigerators, both freezers, the counter, my desk, my car. No plastic bag, no tupperware, NO FOOD.
Now, I could almost understand how you might accidentally eat someone else's food ordered from a restaurant, if you had ordered food from that same restaurant and also left it in the fridge, but a home-cooked meal?? You knew damn well that you were eating someone else's food and didn't care. The email I sent to the whole department asking if anyone had 'seen my missing tupperware' (ie - who the fuck ate my lunch?), got many responses from people who had also had their lunches stolen. I ended up heating a frozen lasagna that was neither filling nor satisfying.
Hopefully, calling you out as a thief (whoever you are) will embarrass you enough to keep your paws off food that ain't yours, or at least keep the rest of the department alert enough to catch you in the act. You ruined my lunch, and for that, you must pay!
Also, as I was leaving for the day, I picked up my water cup by the lid, which was not screwed on all the way, and spilled the entire cup all over myself and my chair and my files. I headed home with water still dripping from my skirt and down my leg.
Happy Monday,
Today, for the first time in 2+ years of my employed adult life, I brought a real, home-cooked meal for lunch. It was a chicken, chickpea and rice curry that I'd cooked for dinner (for those of you who don't know me- it's extremely rare for me to prepare a meal that isn't made in a microwave and takes more than 5 minutes total). Mid-morning, a co-worker asked if I wanted to order food from a restaurant. I declined, because I had a delicious lunch waiting for me in the fridge. When lunchtime arrived, I went to the fridge, and my lunch wasn't there. I checked both refrigerators, both freezers, the counter, my desk, my car. No plastic bag, no tupperware, NO FOOD.
Now, I could almost understand how you might accidentally eat someone else's food ordered from a restaurant, if you had ordered food from that same restaurant and also left it in the fridge, but a home-cooked meal?? You knew damn well that you were eating someone else's food and didn't care. The email I sent to the whole department asking if anyone had 'seen my missing tupperware' (ie - who the fuck ate my lunch?), got many responses from people who had also had their lunches stolen. I ended up heating a frozen lasagna that was neither filling nor satisfying.
Hopefully, calling you out as a thief (whoever you are) will embarrass you enough to keep your paws off food that ain't yours, or at least keep the rest of the department alert enough to catch you in the act. You ruined my lunch, and for that, you must pay!
Also, as I was leaving for the day, I picked up my water cup by the lid, which was not screwed on all the way, and spilled the entire cup all over myself and my chair and my files. I headed home with water still dripping from my skirt and down my leg.
Happy Monday,
September 13, 2013
Sleepover
Last night, for the sake of doing something different, I decided to move my pillows and blankets next to my bed and sleep on the floor, sleepover style. Needless to say, having a sleepover by myself in my own room was completely pointless (and my neck hurt this morning from sleeping on the floor).
Once I finished browsing the various websites I frequent, my final 'sleepover' activity was listening to the radio while trying not to fall asleep. Eventually, the music stopped and I fell asleep.
Next think I know, I am woken up in the middle of the the night to the sound of a brand new song I've been listening to blasting over the radio (it's a great song). Surprised that the radio was still on (I thought I'd turned it off), and surprised that this brand new song was on the radio at 3am, I fumbled in the dark with the radio remote until I eventually found the off button.
This morning I pondered a few alternatives of what might have happened:
1) I fell asleep with the radio on, and after 3 hours of deep sleep, my brain recognized this particular song and woke me up to listen to it.
2) I turned the radio off before I fell asleep, and dreamed the whole thing.
3) I was having a sleepover by myself. Obviously, I've lost it.
Once I finished browsing the various websites I frequent, my final 'sleepover' activity was listening to the radio while trying not to fall asleep. Eventually, the music stopped and I fell asleep.
Next think I know, I am woken up in the middle of the the night to the sound of a brand new song I've been listening to blasting over the radio (it's a great song). Surprised that the radio was still on (I thought I'd turned it off), and surprised that this brand new song was on the radio at 3am, I fumbled in the dark with the radio remote until I eventually found the off button.
This morning I pondered a few alternatives of what might have happened:
1) I fell asleep with the radio on, and after 3 hours of deep sleep, my brain recognized this particular song and woke me up to listen to it.
2) I turned the radio off before I fell asleep, and dreamed the whole thing.
3) I was having a sleepover by myself. Obviously, I've lost it.
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