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2003-06-17 - 9:42 a.m. We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves. ~Tom Robbins Today was not any easier to pull myself out of bed, but I got to work on time (especially because of the department meeting about dress code and timeliness. I know that I’m fine as far as dress code goes, but I also know that I have not been punctual lately. I still think that things like that should be addressed on individual reviews – which of course were done in April when we got our raises, but were never gone over with us. I’ve never seen my review – and none of my coworkers have seen theirs yet either, or last year’s for that matter. There’s just something wrong with that. Anyone need an accounting professional?). I’m through Tuesday’s mail (opened, sorted, date stamped, matched, entered, sorted, and filed) and it’s not even 10am yet. So I’m working on the international invoices today – which is always a big headache. It’s good to immerse myself in work though. Wiring money to Japan this week. Should be fun. And filing. I have scads of filing to do today. Mindless work. Good for taking one’s mind off of things. I miss the radio around here. Maybe I’ll bring in mine. The reception is shitty, but I have a small collection of CDs. And then there's my perpetual "problem pile" where I go to my suprevisor and say: "This is a problem. This is the specific nature of the problem. How do I go about solving it?" And he says, "I don't know. Go ask _______." Now that would be great if _______ was helpful. But no, the people he sends me to are the most unhelpful clueless people on the face of the planet. OK, maybe not that bad. But when I email _______ and cc: my supervisor and the person doesn't get back to me for weeks and I send reminders and 2nd and 3rd requests and cc: my supervisor and my supervisor doesn't back me up, it's really discouraging. But when the vendors call my supervisor or say the words "credit hold" my supervisor is the first one to say "we have to get this fixed right away" - well DUH. I've been trying to get it fixed for a month now! Where the Hell have you been? Anyway, the problem pile. And to top it all off, there's the smell of fresh diesel wafting up from the basement (remember the generator that we're running on for the next few weeks? yeah - it runs on diesel. anyone have a match?). Oddly, the smell of diesel is associated with fond memories - and it goes with the smell of coffee to form truckstop smell. OK, so I'm a freak. But we established that a long time ago. Hm, breakfast was a bagel. lunch ...?
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