You know what makes my blood boil?

My boss.

I know that I probably should NOT be blogging about work because of what happened to Meggles a few weeks ago, but this morning was one of the most ridiculous mornings-turned-into-lunch-hours I've ever had here with Dan. You see, Dan is the president of my company. And as the president, you kind of have to respect what he says, does, wants, etc, because at the end of the day, he's the one who signs your paycheck, amiright? But, as I've mentioned before, Dan is somewhat neurotic and a perfectionist - but only in the way that HE sees is perfect, not on a standard level-headed playing field of perfect. So, last week I had a HUGE project that I was working on for one of his clients. The project was a clusterfuck from the beginning - because Dan doesn't understand or take the time to understand how projects on the sister-side of the business work. So he throws everything together last minute, won't let me be the point person on the project because it's HIS client - but he comes up short on every single aspect and expects the rest of our staff to jump through hoops to cover up his blunders and not make him look bad. So the back end of this project has legitimately taken me about 30 hours to put together, between data analysis and reporting. And he doesn't give me any sort of expectation about the reports, he just expects me to "generate some charts from the data". Oh. Ok. Sure. Could you be a little more vague here???? You know, the data is only 52 pages of information from participants. Should be a snap! Right. Why don't you just strike me down RIGHT now because I would rather give myself paper cuts between my  fingers than spend the ungodly amount of time I know I'm going to have to spend on this.

Pre-lude to the Office Christmas Party

Ok, gotta make this short and sweet because my office christmas party is in t minus 2 hours and I still have loads of work to do. I can't decide how I feel about this year's office christmas party. Granted, it hasn't occurred yet so i'm sure I'll have some opinion of it by 6:00 tonight but let me just enlighten you on how the office christmas party has run in the past and why I'm a little frustrated about this afternoon. So back in 2007, when the economy was just headed for the shitter and not actually IN the shitter, I had been at my job for about 7 months when Christmas time came around. I was still getting to know everyone in the office and, while I was younger than everyone by about 15 years, I still felt like an adult and that I'd be able to relate to my co-workers on some level. After all, I had a boyfriend of a year and 3 months, I felt mature, I'd finished college and done an internship. I was a professional! A 20-something professional! Doing what I had gone to school for (which is more than I can say for a lot of my friends - not hating, just stating fact). So my boss Dan (from Back from My Business Trip fame) and his wife Dora (i know, so cute isn't it? Dan and Dora! don't you just want to eat them up?) Hosted an office Christmas party at their house. which is in a country club.

Live from Atlanta, it's Thursday night!

Who remembers when Thursday night was like THE best TV night of the week? This probably came about right around middle school for me - I was out of the TGIF mode (way too cool for school - I mean OMG, Hell-ooo, I'm like 12 years old, so mature and I don't have time for Family Matters, Step by Step, Full House and Boy Meets World, that stuff's for kids What-EVER). I had moved on to more adult-themed television - now get your head out of the gutter - not ADULT in that sense, but adult in the sense of I'm-really-not-old-enough-to-watch-this-and-understand-it-but-my-brother-and-his-high-school-friends-watch-this-so-I-want-to kind of adult TV. I'm talking about NBC's Must See TV on Thursday nights. You guys remember what I'm talking about - Friends, Seinfeld, Frasier, Cheers, Will & Grace, and of course, the never ending drama ER. Those were some good years in NBC's life (and mine for that matter). Now, I rarely understood the adult humor - in fact my dad wouldn't let me watch Friends for fear that I would have premarital sex before the age of 14, because according to him that's what Friends was promotiong.