honestly...
here i am again. it's been over a year...yikes. but coincidentally, i'm coming back just a few short days from when i wrote the content of my last post. wierd. and perhaps not so coincidentally (or as a result of bad vehicular karma and cyclical energies) jerry's car was in an accident on sept. 16, a year and a day later from the fateful accident with my father and brother. nothing worth going into, valet parking stupidity and carelessness, but it is strange that we had a car mishap two days ago, and that i'm posting again around these dates. i'll chalk it up to fictional destiny.
i'm sitting at work on this quiet friday afternoon, the sky is beyond gray (angry purple, more like it), and i'm waiting for "coworkers", who i'd so like to call something else, to finish something they said they'd have ready at 3 p.m. (it is now 6:34 p.m.). needless to say i'm pissed. i cannot fathom what possesses a person, when asked a relatively simple question like "when will this be ready?" to answer, "oh, about 15, 20 minutes," when really the answer is closer to 3 or four hours. i did not put a gun to anyone's head, did not threaten bodily harm, did not mention that i would really like to LEAVE work on a friday afternoon at some hour close to decent, nor did i demand a short-term ETA, i simply asked "when will this be ready?"
i expect that as adults in a professional setting we are all on the same page, all ready to abandon the office at a reasonable hour to enjoy our well-earned weekend, and that far from wanting to leave work half-done and skip out on the responsibility, when asked when something will be finished, we are all able to give a decent, probably safe, estimation of time. so i ask again...when the hell did 15 minutes mean 3 hours????????? seriously people, this is ridiculous.
i should mention that in mexico, or at ogilvy at least, on friday it's essentially a half day all year long. we work until three and usually that's a very doable exit time. and i should mention that it's not that i'm against hard work, the hours or even the waiting on a friday or any other day. i am entirely opposed, however, to the cynicism or sheer stupidity (or cluelessness, to call it something a little friendlier) of people who really think that they're going to save themselves a "hassle" by telling me, or anyone else for that matter, that they'll be done in a jiffy when really it's eons. is it something genetic? "i'll tell the teacher the dog ate my homework;" "hmmm, i know, i'll tell her 15 minutes so she'll go away...great idea."
hi, no, not a great idea. dumb idea. this is how people lose credibility in an instant, how they get me to dump them in the "useless" pile, and how i quickly lose faith in the quality of what will be eventually turned in at the eleventh hour. (quality which, because i am a forever-nerd, i will spend time fixing and polishing, until it's actually worth my name on the email that sent it.)
anyway, it is now 6:59 p.m. and it is raining (angry purple turned into drippy, bruise-blue) and i am still waiting....sigh.
i'm sitting at work on this quiet friday afternoon, the sky is beyond gray (angry purple, more like it), and i'm waiting for "coworkers", who i'd so like to call something else, to finish something they said they'd have ready at 3 p.m. (it is now 6:34 p.m.). needless to say i'm pissed. i cannot fathom what possesses a person, when asked a relatively simple question like "when will this be ready?" to answer, "oh, about 15, 20 minutes," when really the answer is closer to 3 or four hours. i did not put a gun to anyone's head, did not threaten bodily harm, did not mention that i would really like to LEAVE work on a friday afternoon at some hour close to decent, nor did i demand a short-term ETA, i simply asked "when will this be ready?"
i expect that as adults in a professional setting we are all on the same page, all ready to abandon the office at a reasonable hour to enjoy our well-earned weekend, and that far from wanting to leave work half-done and skip out on the responsibility, when asked when something will be finished, we are all able to give a decent, probably safe, estimation of time. so i ask again...when the hell did 15 minutes mean 3 hours????????? seriously people, this is ridiculous.
i should mention that in mexico, or at ogilvy at least, on friday it's essentially a half day all year long. we work until three and usually that's a very doable exit time. and i should mention that it's not that i'm against hard work, the hours or even the waiting on a friday or any other day. i am entirely opposed, however, to the cynicism or sheer stupidity (or cluelessness, to call it something a little friendlier) of people who really think that they're going to save themselves a "hassle" by telling me, or anyone else for that matter, that they'll be done in a jiffy when really it's eons. is it something genetic? "i'll tell the teacher the dog ate my homework;" "hmmm, i know, i'll tell her 15 minutes so she'll go away...great idea."
hi, no, not a great idea. dumb idea. this is how people lose credibility in an instant, how they get me to dump them in the "useless" pile, and how i quickly lose faith in the quality of what will be eventually turned in at the eleventh hour. (quality which, because i am a forever-nerd, i will spend time fixing and polishing, until it's actually worth my name on the email that sent it.)
anyway, it is now 6:59 p.m. and it is raining (angry purple turned into drippy, bruise-blue) and i am still waiting....sigh.
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