No respect

10-22-13

Fuck you, boss man.

Seriously, I have lost all respect for this man. I do my job, and I do it well. I deny credit for a customer who pays incredibly late and request more financial information from them in order to increase their line for this large order they will undoubtedly pay late. This is all standard. I come in this morning and find that the boss once again buckled to pressure from sales reps. I have another customer who has completely negated his contract and has decided to pay on his own terms despite the very stringent rules of this one deal. We decided they would get no more deals like this. Not 24 hours later my boss oks another deal like it. Are you fucking kidding me? I explained to him that nothing was paid and that the sales reps didn’t know the whole story. I had to FIGHT to get him to look at the account. FUCK!

Look, I know I fuck around at work, but I do take my job seriously enough to know that if they release product to a crappy customer only I am the one who is punished. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t get in trouble, but due to these sort of situations it is harder for me to meet the goals set for me to get bonuses. I mostly take the Cher from Clueless approach with goals. I always talk my way into getting them, but it is annoying that I have to, especially when I tend to be correct about every deal I said no to and was out voted on.

It certainly makes me want to stay in bed more often than not. I actually considered staying home today. I still am considering bailing early. I managed to get all but one door frame started with paint. Our bedroom door frame only needs one more coat of yellow, as do all the other ones I did. After that the others need their other side done. I was hoping to have it done before they sanded the floor. If I were to head over there right now, perhaps I could get it done. Maybe I will duck out later. I doubt it, though.

It was in fact a hectic afternoon. I tried to locate the foul and mysterious odor in my car but seem to have failed. Clearly snacks from after games have managed to roll around under seats and the boys have left quite the grody mess in the back. I thought I had it all but this morning I still smell something that clearly died and is pissed about it.

We finished up homework for the afternoon and Ken and the boys headed out to practice. I instead went over to a communications workshop for the PTA post I opted to handle. It ended up being the director of communications and me hanging out in a room, discussing newsletters. I did get a lot of information that I needed, and guidance in terms of who I need to talk to for permission on certain things published in the newsletter. It sounds like I have a lot of room for modification, and I will try to sit down and talk to Nicole, our president, and see how I can get it all done. I am excited and nervous, but being an editor is kind of cool.

I got home significantly earlier than expected, but still did get stuck by a seemingly forever in length train. I also was treated to the spectacle of a guy with projectile vomit in the car in front of me who chose to do this out the driver’s side door. Bleah.

I am getting quite tired of sleeping on the mattress on the floor. You would think it wouldn’t matter, but it keeps sliding away from the wall, and I end up falling into the gap. This of course then makes me sleep all kinds of wrong. My back is killing me.

My legs however are shockingly much stronger than they used to be. I noted that the squats I have done have truly allowed me some amazing balance when it comes to squatting for paint. I have been able to sit in that position for long periods of time. It is kind of cool, actually!

I am looking forward to my Wednesday. It is a day where the kids get out an hour earlier, which allows for homework to be done more efficiently. On top of that, we have no soccer. This allows for errands to be run, chores to be done, and just all around time to be used in other ways.

Thursday takes me to another PTA event. It isn’t really PTA so much as just the school having some kind of a meeting in regards to it being a Title I school. They have it Thursday night and a make up one on Halloween in the morning, so I figure I might as well take the time where the boys are at practice and hit up the meeting.

I loaned my monster socks to the boys for today. It is day two of Red Ribbon Week. Apparently they wear wacky socks to “sock it to drugs”. Yeah. No real words for that, peeps. Are we really trying to make light on a week in which they are supposed to be having a real conversation about the perils of drug use?

I wrote something else on Red Ribbon Week, about my problem with it on other levels, but just haven’t posted it yet. Not sure if I was proud of it.

Let’s place bets on how long I stay today. LOL!