Friday, March 10, 2006

Clapotisian Work Avoidance

Both lifted from Cursing Mama:

Brainy Kid

In high school, you were acing AP classes or hanging out in the computer lab.

You may have been a bit of a geek back then, but now you're a total success!


Ahem. Computer lab??? I feel ancient. Thanks.



Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 34%

Your job is not bad, but it's probably not a long term thing.
You're just not happy enough to stick around for too long...
And there's little that can change how you feel.
Start looking around for other options, but only quit for something really good!



Dead on the money. Seriously. We're in a period of "flux" in my company - the change in the real estate market, the bailing of a key player (my boss) and I don't know where things will go. I am not overly concerned about my job, because I have the skills to do a lot of shit nobody else there can do, but I am concerned that nobody has really figured that out and I'm the last in and will be the first out. Oh, and the vacuum created by boss's departure has caused power plays all over the place, especially with the department administrative assistant who is now giving orders. I'm not sure how this will all shake out, but right now I'm not feeling warm-fuzzy.

Let this be a warning to all: Always save your yarn labels. I normally tuck one inside a skein after I wind the yarn, but in the case of my Lion and Lamb, I didn't. I have a coffee table large enough to host a pup tent of Cub Scouts and when it is clean I love the way it looks, but it is seldom really clean these days. Girlchild and I manage to fill it with shit. It's awful. The labels were on the coffee table, along with textbooks, notebooks, pens, knitting tools, a laptop, eleventy-jillion catalogs and magazines, empty Diet Coke cans and a fat gray cat, and in a fit of disgust-fueled housekeeping I cleaned up the whole mess and threw them out. All the rest of the mess is back again, but the labels of course stayed gone. So my emergency 4th skein was ordered from Chez Casuelle with fingers crossed, and it's just not the right dye lot. The green in mine is more yellow. I took it outside and contemplated it in the natural light, to see if I could let it slide, but no, it's really different.

I really, really want to blow off all of my other responsibilities and drive to Leesburg and exchange it in person. I really do. But I just can't - I was gone last weekend and spent the week in a Clapotis-haze, and my house is a mess. I must be a responsible grownup this weekend. Girlchild went to the beach, it's a fine time to just buckle down and spring clean this dump.

My internet crushes Hunter and Ed Naha are both in fine form today.

And now I've goofed off long enough and must get on my feet and start cleaning.

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