I found it really, really sweet earlier this week when I got several different requests to update this blog, from several different people. That being said, this entry is going to be more of an update to my life (as opposed to… well… anything entertaining).
My life as of late has been, well, busy.
For those of you not in the know, I work for a club in Midtown. Despite it not paying what I would like (or what comparable positions in big companies would pay) the perks are nice. My schedule is flexible as hell. I can wear pajamas in if I feel so inclined. I bring my 130 lbs great dane in on occasion, and she barks at everyone, and good fun is had all around.
I assist the owners of the company with everything, and that seems to allow me some kind of weird authority. I'm not all about being "the boss", or anything. But it's nice to have people come to me when they need help with something, or aren't sure about how to approach one of the owners with a request, or issues, etc.
The owners have also recently given me a lot of the human resource duties. It seems they want to transition all of said duties to me, and to be honest, I'm stoked about it. I love human resources. And I'm good at it, damn it.
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| At least there are three awesome basset hounds at work. (Callie, reflecting) |
My only issue with being given the human resources department is that it has caused a rift between a friend of mine and me. She and I met at work, and became friends outside of work. When the transition started, it was noted by the owners and management that she seemed more and more hostile toward me. My guess is that she felt her authority was being taken from her, and given to me, along with the HR responsibilities (though she vehemently denied that when I asked her about it). The whole thing resulted in her screaming at me in front of one of the owners, and the management, because my "vibe changed" during an important meeting (while my vibe was changing, though, I was just sending a text to someone, letting them know that we sent another employee home). It was uncalled for, and out of the blue, and after almost 2 weeks I still haven't received anything even resembling an apology.
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| At least there are three awesome basset hounds at work. (Mimi - top // Gideon - bottom) |
So that's a bit stressful, for a few reasons. Reason 1 being that I thought we were good friends. But you don't treat your friends like that. And shit, everyone makes mistakes. But if you do treat your friends like that you at least make a half-assed attempt at apologizing, right?! Reason 2 being the fact that (in my opinion) the owners are a bit cautious when dealing with this person, and I never know if they've alerted her to changes or not, so I have to be careful when speaking to her (for example: She was excluded from a meeting last week, and told said meeting was cancelled. It wasn't. Luckily, I found out about this before interacting with her, so I said nothing about said meeting and managed to avoid the ridiculousness of it all). Reason 3 being the fact that we still work for the same company, and I really just prefer not to be around her at this point. Christ knows when she'll lose her shit again. And while it was entirely her (made up) issue, it was still hurtful and wildly embarrassing to have a peer scream at me (for no reason) in front of one of the owners of the company and our management. It was fucking ridiculous.
So that's what I've been dealing with lately. Work bullshit.
Aside from work bullshit, things have been not too bad. I'm still in my duplex in Candler Park. It's been okay, I suppose. Though my fridge has taken to yelling randomly. It makes these bellowing, bark-y sounds. It reminds me of the barks that the raptors made at one another in Jurassic Park. I'd love to have it fixed, but my landlord is basically the real life version of Herman Munster's character in Pet Semetery, so I've just gotten in the habit of flipping the breaker when it happens and hoping the fridge will shut the fuck up.
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| She Reg-na-ROCKS! She rocks, my Regan Reg-na-ROCKS! |
Oh, the things I tolerate to have a great backyard and a great dane (and a foster dog, who is fucking adorable). Have I mentioned my foster dog here yet? She's a cattle dog mix. She has a black eyepatch, like a pirate, and she's ridiculous. Her name is Regan, and I pulled her from McDonough animal control the day she was to be euthanatized (with the help of a friend of mine who wasn't forced to be at work that day, when I got the email notification as to Regan's status). Her ears stick straight up except for the very ends, and I adore her. She's infatuated with her stuffed armadillo dog toy, and her squeaky angry bird. She's so clever that she will put the angry bird in your seat, like a whoopee cushion, when she thinks you're going to sit down, just so you'll throw it for her. Then she brings it right back, squeaking all the way. She's a great little dog.
Anyway, that's my update, for now. Feel free to let me know you're reading. I had no idea how many people really came to this site, and it seems like people have just come out of the woodwork in the past month, sending emails, texts, even FB messages, asking for updates.
Hopefully my next update will be in less than a week, and FAR more hysterical.
Love to you!!!
-L
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