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 at 01:04 PM | Comments (3)Turns out that last week's surprisingly good and productive day was the product of the rush of manic energy my body experienced before it succumbed to whatever plague virus is circling our office.
I fell apart last Wednesday, struggled through Thursday and Friday, spent most of the weekend curled up in a chair (with the humidifier going), and managed to get most of my brain functional by Monday morning.
I thought I was better today. I took a Tylenol PM last night and slept well, so I woke up feeling better than I have for the last week. But now it's not even noon and I'm exhausted again.
Some of that is probably residual (I still have congestion and a slight cough) and some of it is 'Nut-inspired.
They're putting the pressure on. Jason is feeling it--so he's putting the pressure on Vela. She's feeling the stress--I think that's why she succumbed to the plague last week. It's been a tough week here at Marketing Central.
The Assorted 'Nuts are all wigging out because they have no business.
Yes, leads are still up. But they still don't like those leads. They still don't want those leads. They still want different leads. Somehow, in the middle of an economic collapse, these people have the nerve to bitch and complain because their leads aren't precisely, exactly the sort of thing that's easiest and most profitable for them.
One guy, hired to handle phone calls for a "virtual location" is bitching because he has to actually talk to people on the phone. He thinks we should have a better system.
Another guy (MadBoy, who else?) wants us to find a way to divide "business" versus "residential" inquiries because he's too good to do residential jobs. And, by the way, he's dying on the vine for lack of leads.
I'm exhausted, just contemplating this level of stupidity.
Also, yesterday I signed the form that confirmed my pay cut.
I've had a surprisingly good (and productive) day for someone who was told yesterday that her employer needed more work but, by the way, was planning to pay her 15% less from now on.
I did some figuring and decided that my income has gone by by about 40% over the last 6-7 years.
Then, because I'm strange, I felt a gloomy sort of smugness. I told everyone who would listen that Bonehead and Crookface were going to be a disaster,. but y'all voted for them (twice!) and now we're all paying the price.
Posted by AnneZook at 04:44 PM | Comments (2)I was wigging out yesterday. I had a whole, long, rambling rant about it (see politiblog if you're really hard up for something to read online) but I feel better today.
Not only was our department's quarterly dinner last night (it's amazing how much it helps to share your trials and tribulations with others), but on my way home I got a call from Gidget! We chatted for over half an hour - the first time she's felt strong enough for that in over a month.
No one understands the pain of what I'm going through better than her, so there was some of that sharing the t&t I already mentioned, but mostly it was just nice to hear her sounding better. (Not well. She's a long way from 100% - or even 75%. But better.)