Oh well, back at work.

It's the last day of the work week again and this time, I really do have to head on over to SM North to buy ink for DENR and at the same time accomplish some (personal) errands: pay phone bill and buy phone gifts. If I can squeeze it in, eat lunch.

Nearly a third of the office is on leave, so it's just me, the accounting staff, the big boss, and the former boss--may she stay my former boss--on my floor.

I am not looking forward to going to the mall, especially a day before Christmas. At this point, i'd be a whole lot happeir if I could just give my parents some cash and be done with it. No more shopping!

Now, I like giving gifts...to other people. It's fun to figure out what they might want then set out to get it for the best price--since prices seem to warp when the holidays hit. It the combined challenge of best price, best gift and shortest shopping time that gives me the adrenaline rush.

But buying gifts for family members (sigh!) that is infinitely harder. You never seem to get them what they want and when you do you always get one or two details off: doesn't cost the same, color is all wrong, not the right size, or they suddenly change their minds and they don't fucking want it anymore. Yay.

Oh well.

I just had a nice conversation with one of the consultants today. Willman Pollisco...he's a Jr. I think. We talked about headaches and golf (I hate golf and he stayed to defend the game--golf nut) It's great when one of the consultants chat with you, it kind of yanks some of the senior staff off their high horse.

It pissed me off when the big boss explained to me that they were treating me like a kid because I was a member of the junior staff, that they were oh so much older. That's not an excuse. You don't patronize your staff because they're young.

Maybe she thinks it's the american way to do things, maybe that's how they do it in Bethesda, I don't fucking care. It's not good management.

If this is how they do it back at the main office, then working there must really suck.

If she had to put up with this kind of disassociative crap when she was a junior staff, then I can understand why she acts like a basket case. She is the only boss I know that is gearing up to running an office and yet still looks at the floor when she walks. The only boss I know that just stays inside her office when the whole world outside is collapsing, because she was waiting for someone to come in and tell her.

... Rant, rant, rant.

This is her management style, if she wants to do it this way, then she can go ahead. It's not my career that we're looking at.

In the meantime, I will just be sitting here, mulling over what to get my mom as I continually surf for institutions that offer trainings in solid waste management. Oh, and sorry to the poor researcher who will stumble into my site just because I typed in the words solid waste management. Didn't mean to waste your time by reading my blog. If you want, we can rant together. You can give me a post and we'll have a cyber drink--alcohol free but still mind-numbingly effective.