Vela has the day off. "As you know" her email said, but I didn't know. I think that, in the future, any time she has the day off, I should be allowed to work from home.
About 8:30 this morning, I got called into Jason's office. 90 minutes of mutual frustration followed as he tried to pin me down on why this or that wasn't working or this or that was working here but not there. He wanted, for the third time, a crash course in "internet marketing" and seemed aggravated that I was not able to offer the kind of single talking point "reasons" for everything that he was willing to take the time to memorize.
Now it's 10:30 on Monday morning and I'm already sitting here, doing the ommmmm thing and talking myself down off the ledge.
I just can't deal with a job where every week starts out this badly. I should not feel, 2-1/2 hours into the week, so badly in need of a weekend.
posted by AnneZook on 02.23.09 at 01:04 PMThe last time a job made you insane, we did an intervention to make you quit. This time, I don't think we can do that. Jobs are too hard to come by right now.
What can we do to make your life better while you suffer the fools?
posted by: Dail on 02.24.09 at 10:16 PM [permalink]The kicker? The program he was obsessing over the "performance" of had only been running since Friday afternoon. He wanted broad-based, long-term-consequence analysis on a penny's worth of data.
Sheesh.
(I don't need help, as long as no one complains that I never blog except to whine :) these days.)
posted by: Anne on 02.27.09 at 01:52 PM [permalink]I'll happily listen to you bitch and moan about it all :)
posted by: Dail on 02.27.09 at 09:53 PM [permalink]