While I understand that Bob Barker is all the pimp we'll ever need, what I fail to understand is how she can continue listening to the P.I.R. at her desk every single day.
It's just after 7:00a.m. Saturday and I'm heading into the office.
Historically, my team has comprised of four members. This number does not include our Lead. Said Lead is never seen. So... we're not going to add him to the body count.
My immediate supervisor has effectively been rolled off our Team as of the end of January. One of my remaining two co-workers is set to leave the office on March 2. This leaves me and the Witless Wonder to cover all four positions for the time being. When we do get new blood, I'll be spending a portion of each working day training 'em. Said "W.W.", on-the-ther-hand, is usually content spending 6 hours out-of-every 8 listening to the Price is Right on her office radio. No joke. Plinko and Bob's Blood-filled Wheel kinda' lose their appeal when you don't get to see 'em. Also, I demand a visual of that fuckin' dinette set that retails for $485.
I'll likely grow severly agitated and spiteful today, seeing as how I'm the only one left who's putting forth any effort to keep us from drowning. Around noontime I'll probably tour the office, rubbing my exposed genitals on everybody's keyboards and mice. Fuck you, co-workers who work 40 hour weeks.
I've requested to the Powers That Be that we find replacements for the members who're rolling / have rolled off the Project. No such luck, laddie. They have yet to hire anybody to backfill the now obviously painful holes in our Team's dynamic. As such, the kid has to plug massive overtime to make up for the additional workload.
Right now I'm at the point where I'm having horrid nightmares about missed deadlines and the players from other offices/teams screaming down my neck 'cause of shoddy work or missed deadlines. While I've never had difficulty maintaining insanely lucid dreams, it's been forever since I've had the hackneyed, "I missed a test" or "I'm late to class/work"-style nightmares. It ain't no fun.
I've ensured my Team Lead that I'll stick through the current crisis. I'll step up to the plate and work my ass off for the cause. Told 'im he could count on me not bailing on the project for at least another year, when I'm sure to grow restless.
Last night two things happened concurrently: one of my long-time friends (same company, different project) told me I'm making too little for the amont of B.S. with which I put up. Not an hour prior one of the guys with whom I shoot weekly (I'm an archer!) asked me if I would consider a career change to Imagery Analysis, 'cause he had a likely job lined up for me. He dropped a number in mentioning the potential offer. His number trumped my current salary by more'n a few pennies. Quite a lot of fuckin' pennies, in fact.
This is actually causing me large amounts of grief. The workload has been taxing me for well-over a month now. I'm usually calm and composed. Right now I'm frustrated and have been on-edge for quite awhile.
I like a challenge, and while I do fuck up on occasion... man, I sure do hate admitting defeat.
I want to remain loyal to my Team (the larger picture, not just the W.W. and my Lead), but if I'm putting in 50+ hours/week and not getting any sort of recompense for my efforts as I see going "above and beyond"...
I dunno. Just might try being selfish for once in my life.
It's just after 7:00a.m. Saturday and I'm heading into the office.
Historically, my team has comprised of four members. This number does not include our Lead. Said Lead is never seen. So... we're not going to add him to the body count.
My immediate supervisor has effectively been rolled off our Team as of the end of January. One of my remaining two co-workers is set to leave the office on March 2. This leaves me and the Witless Wonder to cover all four positions for the time being. When we do get new blood, I'll be spending a portion of each working day training 'em. Said "W.W.", on-the-ther-hand, is usually content spending 6 hours out-of-every 8 listening to the Price is Right on her office radio. No joke. Plinko and Bob's Blood-filled Wheel kinda' lose their appeal when you don't get to see 'em. Also, I demand a visual of that fuckin' dinette set that retails for $485.
I'll likely grow severly agitated and spiteful today, seeing as how I'm the only one left who's putting forth any effort to keep us from drowning. Around noontime I'll probably tour the office, rubbing my exposed genitals on everybody's keyboards and mice. Fuck you, co-workers who work 40 hour weeks.
I've requested to the Powers That Be that we find replacements for the members who're rolling / have rolled off the Project. No such luck, laddie. They have yet to hire anybody to backfill the now obviously painful holes in our Team's dynamic. As such, the kid has to plug massive overtime to make up for the additional workload.
Right now I'm at the point where I'm having horrid nightmares about missed deadlines and the players from other offices/teams screaming down my neck 'cause of shoddy work or missed deadlines. While I've never had difficulty maintaining insanely lucid dreams, it's been forever since I've had the hackneyed, "I missed a test" or "I'm late to class/work"-style nightmares. It ain't no fun.
I've ensured my Team Lead that I'll stick through the current crisis. I'll step up to the plate and work my ass off for the cause. Told 'im he could count on me not bailing on the project for at least another year, when I'm sure to grow restless.
Last night two things happened concurrently: one of my long-time friends (same company, different project) told me I'm making too little for the amont of B.S. with which I put up. Not an hour prior one of the guys with whom I shoot weekly (I'm an archer!) asked me if I would consider a career change to Imagery Analysis, 'cause he had a likely job lined up for me. He dropped a number in mentioning the potential offer. His number trumped my current salary by more'n a few pennies. Quite a lot of fuckin' pennies, in fact.
This is actually causing me large amounts of grief. The workload has been taxing me for well-over a month now. I'm usually calm and composed. Right now I'm frustrated and have been on-edge for quite awhile.
I like a challenge, and while I do fuck up on occasion... man, I sure do hate admitting defeat.
I want to remain loyal to my Team (the larger picture, not just the W.W. and my Lead), but if I'm putting in 50+ hours/week and not getting any sort of recompense for my efforts as I see going "above and beyond"...
I dunno. Just might try being selfish for once in my life.