WOMEN AGES 50+ FOR FEBRUARY 2020

LisaInAR wrote: »

Hello, everyone,

Work vent - enter at your own risk:

I woke up in a FOUL mood this morning, and realized it's because it's literally my busiest time of year at work, with a grant due tomorrow, a presentation on Monday and then I'll be in other meetings, a number of them hours long, all next week, including having to go into town for a meeting with the new HR manager and tell her what I do. Everyone on this side of the state has to go and sit down and do that same thing, so it's not just me, but it's definitely bad timing.

However, them upstairs have rearranged half the organization again (fourth time since I've been here) in response to a mandate from the national organization which meant a job lost on the west side of Arkansas, which puts all the chickens to clucking and wondering if they're next. No one even wants my job, so I'm not too worried. I'd only lose mine if they decide they want the grant writer to be under their thumb at the central office, so they chuck me overboard and move the job there. They've done weirder things since I've been with the organization. And it must be on my mind, or I wouldn't have brought it up.

And last but far from least, I canNOT get finance off their narrow behinds. (Seriously, skinniest women you ever saw.) Last Friday I sent them an email asking for information I need to file the grant that's due tomorrow. I can't even get them to say "Yes, we got your emails," much less get the information. It's just annoying.

Even more annoying is, the grant isnt actually due until next week Friday, but they don't know that. I've just learned if I give them the real deadline, they drive me into a screaming-meemie, fingernail-biting swivet until they ride in at the very last moment and save the day. I hate that stuff. I guess it's time to ask for read receipts, even though everyone hates them, and they double your own email burden. Grrf.

I don't usually just yearn for Friday, indeed, I'm often surprised that it's got here already, but:

Ah, I feel better now. Sorry for those that read it, just had to say it somewhere. Not doing terribly well with my reframing or script-flipping this morning. No solutions necessary, cross my heart, but I wouldn't turn down a few sympathy votes, or as Mama used to call them, "po' babies." As in, "Po' baby, are people being mean to you?"

Welcome to those who are new--we're glad you're here, please drop in often, this group gets addictive.

Many good thoughts for those who are going through trials or tribulations.

Many hurrahs for those with triumphs both on and off the scales.

Later, y'all,
Love, Lisa