WARNING: THIS IS A TOTAL RANT ON THE JOB FRONT
If you are reading this, I warned you. I HATE incompetent people and I don't understand how or why they get as far as they get in the administrative chain. I work with a person, whom shall remain nameless without mention of his/her title, in the extremely rare chance that this person may find my not so great comments about them.
I have been working for two months in a location that I do not want to be working, with someone who is completely and utterly incompetent and has sunk to a level of unprofessional ism that parallels with that of a 14 year old little biatch. This person is clearly unable to work with me at this point in time. They are frustrated with attempts to communicate or find fault in what I do and it is now coming out in angry overtones and insulting comments.
This person told me my treatment plans were "vague" and when I asked them to elaborate they could not. I asked them to show me an example, and they would not. I also asked if at some point we could sit down to discuss this, and the answer was, "you go read over the treatment plans, if the interventions are in there fine, if not, FIX IT." Great, so you point out that my work is "vague" yet when I ask for further explanation, you are vague in your response, then throw it back on me to fix, even though I have no idea what I am fixing because you can't or won't show me. What a fucking asshole.
This person is at least 15-20 years older then me, in an administrative role, and can no longer maintain professionalism when communicating with me. Fortunately for me, I am able to kill this person with kindness and continue smiling while working through our differences. However, this person has clearly displayed their inability to put differences aside and work together. I looked up the definition on administrative incompetence and this is what I came up with.....dysfunctional administrative behaviors that hinder attainment of organization goal. Yup, that fits.
Now I get that you are not always going to like people you work with, or agree with them, or enjoy their company, etc. But what I know, is that remaining professional is of utmost importance to me. You don't have to like me, and I don't have to like you, but we do have to work together so squash that shit on the job front and act like a fucking professional. I'd love to say all of these things to this person, but I would then be stooping to a level that I will not allow myself to go. If this were my personal life, totally different, I'd speak my mind, hence the blog.
I'm so unbelievably frustrated and unhappy at this point. My replacement is now starting a week later then anticipated. I had agreed to stay for 3 weeks ONLY if it was a 100% go on the original start date. That has been pushed back a week. Now, I know some of you are thinking, it's just a week, what's the big deal. Read above, that's the big deal, not to mention the place is a zoo and someone is going to get hurt. So instead of two months of coverage, that pushes me into three months of coverage in a miserable situation. I don't even want to go onto the floor on Monday. There is a limit to the amount of shit one person can tolerate. And you know what, I have far surpassed that twice over.
INCOMPETENCE RULES!!!!!
MJ
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Child Labor
I'm getting highly motivated to fix things up around the house this summer in efforts to sell the house so I can get out of Cleveland. Today I hit up Home Depot for a few things, weed whacker included. When I got home I went straight to work, mowed, whacked, then headed out to the front yard to weed the flower beds.
I must also add that the crack shack is getting quite the reputation on the West Five Two. A few weeks ago after mulching, Nelson, the hispanic man that lives across the street came over to chat. He was commenting on the party last year where we jammed until 2am. He said he didn't mind, enjoyed listening to the music. He even said his son plays bass and he'd like to introduce him to me so we can jam. Then, today, Martha from down the street came by to introduce herself. We were making some small talk when she asked if I owned the crack shack. She said she hears music out there every now and again, so I had to explain to her that I am a drummer and we tend to throw parties in the crack shack every summer. Word of mouth and the crack shack will be the coolest venue on the west side.
Back to the house. I started ripping up ground cover in front of the crack shack while Yo Yo's kids were running around. Their grandparents were waiting in their minivan to pick up Yo Yo for a laundry run. We made some small talk, seems the dog ran away for good this time. Granny didn't like the idea of a pitbull in the house with the kids, so she wasn't upset. Two of the kids volunteered to help me so I took them up on their offer. I figured their Mom put me through enough shit last year, it's the least they can do. Karma. They were some serious workers too, they wanted to do a third lawn bag, but my old tired ass had to decline. They asked if they could help me finish so I told them I'd be out this weekend working on it. Hells yeah, I'll take all the help I can get. Plus these kids need skills, and not the kind Yo Yo is promoting.
My back is stiff now and I just popped two Benedryl cause I'm sneezing up a storm. Hopefully I'll pass out soon. More work on the house awaits me this weekend, but I must stay motivated. Make the best of my time here, stay positive and patient (unlike my friend Wah Wah Willie), then make a break.
Peace out,
MJ
I must also add that the crack shack is getting quite the reputation on the West Five Two. A few weeks ago after mulching, Nelson, the hispanic man that lives across the street came over to chat. He was commenting on the party last year where we jammed until 2am. He said he didn't mind, enjoyed listening to the music. He even said his son plays bass and he'd like to introduce him to me so we can jam. Then, today, Martha from down the street came by to introduce herself. We were making some small talk when she asked if I owned the crack shack. She said she hears music out there every now and again, so I had to explain to her that I am a drummer and we tend to throw parties in the crack shack every summer. Word of mouth and the crack shack will be the coolest venue on the west side.
Back to the house. I started ripping up ground cover in front of the crack shack while Yo Yo's kids were running around. Their grandparents were waiting in their minivan to pick up Yo Yo for a laundry run. We made some small talk, seems the dog ran away for good this time. Granny didn't like the idea of a pitbull in the house with the kids, so she wasn't upset. Two of the kids volunteered to help me so I took them up on their offer. I figured their Mom put me through enough shit last year, it's the least they can do. Karma. They were some serious workers too, they wanted to do a third lawn bag, but my old tired ass had to decline. They asked if they could help me finish so I told them I'd be out this weekend working on it. Hells yeah, I'll take all the help I can get. Plus these kids need skills, and not the kind Yo Yo is promoting.
My back is stiff now and I just popped two Benedryl cause I'm sneezing up a storm. Hopefully I'll pass out soon. More work on the house awaits me this weekend, but I must stay motivated. Make the best of my time here, stay positive and patient (unlike my friend Wah Wah Willie), then make a break.
Peace out,
MJ
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sightings
I went to the Hessler Street fair yesterday to enjoy some good live music as well as good eats. Low and behold, the following were present:
Yup, this is the back view of Squatter Ed.
And of course blue sweater dude was all up in the mix, and he looked high as a kite.
MJ
Yup, this is the back view of Squatter Ed.
And of course blue sweater dude was all up in the mix, and he looked high as a kite.
MJ
Saturday, May 17, 2008
You Got Some Chips In You House???
I was outside the other day scraping paint off my back porch in preparation to paint it (any helpers out there would be much appreciated!!). Yo Yo's kids & their cute pitbull were outside so I struck up a convo w/ them in efforts to make friends with the dog, that way I can rescue her. The little girl was rubbing her belly and repeatedly saying she was hungry until finally she just came right out and asked, "You got some chips in you house?" I laughed and told her she had to go into her home and ask her mommy for some food. Her brother snapped at her for asking for food, and I felt really bad cause they are nice kids with not a clue that their mom is ruining their young lives.
Today I was out doing yardwork and the kids were out there diggin in their front yard. I went over to see what they were doing and the boy exclaimed, "I'm planting a garden. I have lettuce and spinach seeds!" Too bad the front yard gets no sun, but hey, at least he's trying to do something constructive. I gave him some sunflower seeds to add to the garden and he was really excited. Later on he was outside and I offered him some ivy and periwinkle for his garden. I could tell he had been crying, so I asked him if he was okay, he just nodded and looked down at the ground. I handed him the plants and he thanked me, then walked away w/ tears coming down his face. I feel bad for him, he's 12 and will probably fall into the cycle of dysfuntion that his mother has taught him.
I had to work today in my regular place of employment, not the temporary gig, and I've gotta say, it's amazing what a differece a building makes. I walked in whistling and not at all bothered that I had to be there on a weekend. Hopefully I will be back there soon and can resolve this temporary insanity that I have slipped into.
I had a late dinner tonight, my first endeavor on frying tofu. It turned out great and I'm about to go back for some more. I've just been listening to music and relaxing all night. It's been nice.
MJ
Today I was out doing yardwork and the kids were out there diggin in their front yard. I went over to see what they were doing and the boy exclaimed, "I'm planting a garden. I have lettuce and spinach seeds!" Too bad the front yard gets no sun, but hey, at least he's trying to do something constructive. I gave him some sunflower seeds to add to the garden and he was really excited. Later on he was outside and I offered him some ivy and periwinkle for his garden. I could tell he had been crying, so I asked him if he was okay, he just nodded and looked down at the ground. I handed him the plants and he thanked me, then walked away w/ tears coming down his face. I feel bad for him, he's 12 and will probably fall into the cycle of dysfuntion that his mother has taught him.
I had to work today in my regular place of employment, not the temporary gig, and I've gotta say, it's amazing what a differece a building makes. I walked in whistling and not at all bothered that I had to be there on a weekend. Hopefully I will be back there soon and can resolve this temporary insanity that I have slipped into.
I had a late dinner tonight, my first endeavor on frying tofu. It turned out great and I'm about to go back for some more. I've just been listening to music and relaxing all night. It's been nice.
MJ
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I'm Bringing Sexy Back...
That's right, brown dog is bringing sexy back this summer with her denim dungaroos. She's looking so splendid and spunky in her summer drawers. She poses for the camera just a hot second before assuming her usual position.
Here you can see Raja strutting her stuff in the roos with room for her nub, and for those who prefer tails, they will fit too. Comfy fit, elastic waistband for that just right feeling, and easy Velcro straps (if you're smart like brown dog, you'll use your teeth to take them off when your owner isn't at home). The denim dungaroos are washable too, making them an ideal choice for the earth saving hippie owner.
Raja has hit the golden years for sure. She's sporting a diaper now, but only during the night. I keep her in the kitchen during the day with a hell of a setup that I don't even want to get into right now.
Some may be surprised that I am still awake at this hour, as am I. I watched the season finale of Survivor and I guess my adrenaline has me still going. Or it could be the sheer anxiety of facing yet another daunting day in hell a.k.a. work. My money is on the latter.
My weekend was extremely productive yet restful. Yesterday I couldn't resist the urge to play in the dirt, so I bandaged my finger and went to it. First I picked up all the garbage w/ my handy-dandy reacher so I don't have to touch the filth. Just for amusement, I'll list some of the items found on my property: 1 Lifestyles Condom wrapper (hey, at least there was no used condom this time), 1 12 oz empty bottle of Bud, silver Christmas garland & about six inches of Christmas lights (wtf?), 13 ketchup packets (empty), various fast food wrappers & sale papers, and 1 40oz can of Silver Thunder. I call that Urban Landscaping.
Next I mowed the grass, pulled all the weeds from the front flower beds, went to Home Depot for mulch & potting soil, planted sunflower seeds in random spots in my backyard & in pots, put down mulch (first time I've ever done this, so we'll see how it helps cut down on the weeds), then went to weed wack. However, I went into the crackshack and there was no weedwacker. That's correct, someone stole it. I'm not mad, not at all. Here's why...
In the crackshack are multiple items that one might want to steal, including a 3 disc stereo system w/ speakers, lawn mower, various yard tools, trailer hitch, gas grill, patio furniture, etc. Out of all those items, someone chose to steal the weed wacker that is battery operated. Needless to say, both batteries and the charger were in the house. So, someone got a weed wacker that won't work. Good job thieves, serves you right.
On to today, very productive. I got into cleaning mode at 11:30am and went nuts until about 7pm. I did take quite a few breaks for coffee and cold pizza. I didn't have anymore raw sugar left, and could only find brown sugar, for your finest baking needs, in my pantry. I couldn't tell a difference. I had me some szechuan vegetables and a spring roll from Minh Anh just before the final episode began. A great weekend.
Peace out,
MJ
Here you can see Raja strutting her stuff in the roos with room for her nub, and for those who prefer tails, they will fit too. Comfy fit, elastic waistband for that just right feeling, and easy Velcro straps (if you're smart like brown dog, you'll use your teeth to take them off when your owner isn't at home). The denim dungaroos are washable too, making them an ideal choice for the earth saving hippie owner.
Raja has hit the golden years for sure. She's sporting a diaper now, but only during the night. I keep her in the kitchen during the day with a hell of a setup that I don't even want to get into right now.Some may be surprised that I am still awake at this hour, as am I. I watched the season finale of Survivor and I guess my adrenaline has me still going. Or it could be the sheer anxiety of facing yet another daunting day in hell a.k.a. work. My money is on the latter.
My weekend was extremely productive yet restful. Yesterday I couldn't resist the urge to play in the dirt, so I bandaged my finger and went to it. First I picked up all the garbage w/ my handy-dandy reacher so I don't have to touch the filth. Just for amusement, I'll list some of the items found on my property: 1 Lifestyles Condom wrapper (hey, at least there was no used condom this time), 1 12 oz empty bottle of Bud, silver Christmas garland & about six inches of Christmas lights (wtf?), 13 ketchup packets (empty), various fast food wrappers & sale papers, and 1 40oz can of Silver Thunder. I call that Urban Landscaping.
Next I mowed the grass, pulled all the weeds from the front flower beds, went to Home Depot for mulch & potting soil, planted sunflower seeds in random spots in my backyard & in pots, put down mulch (first time I've ever done this, so we'll see how it helps cut down on the weeds), then went to weed wack. However, I went into the crackshack and there was no weedwacker. That's correct, someone stole it. I'm not mad, not at all. Here's why...
In the crackshack are multiple items that one might want to steal, including a 3 disc stereo system w/ speakers, lawn mower, various yard tools, trailer hitch, gas grill, patio furniture, etc. Out of all those items, someone chose to steal the weed wacker that is battery operated. Needless to say, both batteries and the charger were in the house. So, someone got a weed wacker that won't work. Good job thieves, serves you right.
On to today, very productive. I got into cleaning mode at 11:30am and went nuts until about 7pm. I did take quite a few breaks for coffee and cold pizza. I didn't have anymore raw sugar left, and could only find brown sugar, for your finest baking needs, in my pantry. I couldn't tell a difference. I had me some szechuan vegetables and a spring roll from Minh Anh just before the final episode began. A great weekend.
Peace out,
MJ
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Satruday
I woke up pleasantly surprised that the sun is out. Last I heard the weather was going to be shit all weekend, so I just checked and only tomorrow will be shit. Woo Hoo. Now I have to postpone my OCD cleaning frenzy until tomorrow so I can enjoy the weather.
I was thinking about weeding the flowerbeds out front, but my finger hurts. I was opening a box at work yesterday and my hand slipped the cardboard jutted underneath my fingernail and cut the shit out of it. I had to let out a silent "FUCK" cause there were kids in the room next door, and damn did that shit hurt. I made the nurses get off their asses and get me some bandages cause it was bleeding like a champ. I tried to get off for the day due to injury, but there was no pity. The kicker is, it was the first of many boxes/bags I had to open. Son of a sea cook.
Oh what to do today instead of yard work. Lost State Of Franklin is playing at the Garage tonight, so I'll probably hit that up for a little jammy jammin. Maybe get my dance on and see how many married men hit on me. Perhaps blue sweater dude will be in the hizzie. Carlos Jones is playing next Friday at the Spider so you know he'll be out in full force then.
I think I slept for about 15 hours total last night. Damn did that feel good. I would have kept sleeping when I woke up this morning, but the sun was out which motivated me to get moving. But here I sit w/ a cup of coffee while blogging and not doing anything productive. Such is life. Wah Wah Willie is at an all day concert in VA, the weather is shit and he's in shorts. A shout out to him freezing while listening to shit music.
Peace out,
MJ
I was thinking about weeding the flowerbeds out front, but my finger hurts. I was opening a box at work yesterday and my hand slipped the cardboard jutted underneath my fingernail and cut the shit out of it. I had to let out a silent "FUCK" cause there were kids in the room next door, and damn did that shit hurt. I made the nurses get off their asses and get me some bandages cause it was bleeding like a champ. I tried to get off for the day due to injury, but there was no pity. The kicker is, it was the first of many boxes/bags I had to open. Son of a sea cook.
Oh what to do today instead of yard work. Lost State Of Franklin is playing at the Garage tonight, so I'll probably hit that up for a little jammy jammin. Maybe get my dance on and see how many married men hit on me. Perhaps blue sweater dude will be in the hizzie. Carlos Jones is playing next Friday at the Spider so you know he'll be out in full force then.
I think I slept for about 15 hours total last night. Damn did that feel good. I would have kept sleeping when I woke up this morning, but the sun was out which motivated me to get moving. But here I sit w/ a cup of coffee while blogging and not doing anything productive. Such is life. Wah Wah Willie is at an all day concert in VA, the weather is shit and he's in shorts. A shout out to him freezing while listening to shit music.
Peace out,
MJ
Thursday, May 01, 2008
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