I'm listening to the men on the other side of the cubicle wall from me, about to crash some office affair. It's disgusting. If I were on speaking terms with them (or anybody), I would say this: Basically, guys, if you can't even pick the man out in a crowd, you shouldn't be attending his farewell party, especially if the only reason you stopped by is to see what kind of cake they're serving.
(It was chocolate. With that cream frosting that makes you see God. Yet I myself barely resisted. This time.)
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I've noticed this about managers: when you overstretch their capabilities, they tend to return to the type of work they are familiar with and can do best. This has happened to my supervisor - they're shamelessly taking advantage of her burning need to pay her dues, by giving her the work of two people, for an indefinite length of time. Out of a sense of self-preservation, she's sort of reverted back to the skill-sets that saw her through her old job. Guess what, though. Her old job had nothing to do with this office. So she sort of phones in her obligations to us. We never see her. "Think outside the box," she constantly tells us, which we have finally learned is a euphamism for you're on your own, folks.
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I have two more weeks before my probationary period is officially up, and they have to keep me forever. Wonder what I could do to sabotage my chances ... no, I'd better not even finish that thought. Besides, it'd take them longer than two weeks to notice anything amiss.
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Damn, that cake looks good. Am I really SURE I don't know that guy from somewhere ...?
Noooo! the cake! it's a trap! a two week trap, don't do it, pam! they'd notice missing cake, remember?
Posted by: e | April 28, 2006 at 04:58 PM
A funny phrase I learned from my sister: My two weeks notice? In two weeks you'll notice you haven't seen me in two weeks...
Just kidding! Hang in there.
Posted by: CmdrSue | April 29, 2006 at 06:33 AM