I miss writing for a living; I miss writing; I miss it. I miss it more each day that I do not have the opportunity to put one word to paper at work. I miss it. After so many decades of sitting down and putting brain to the paper, I miss it.
This week, so far, on the govt job its quite the silly dance.
Lots of micromanaging; boss with Adult ADD who cant seem to finish a two minute segment of time and complete his thought--in his defense, he is incredibly and unrealistically buried. All of my department's work sits in a pile on his desk, while we wait for blessings or assignments. Lots of hyper activity relating to Stimulus stuff. I hate politics, wastefulness, pettiness and dogpiling on the low man or woman on the food chain.
I see everyone walking on egg shells and looking to blame someone else.
The boss started to speech on us about becoming more vigilant and I pushed back. I think circling the wagons and supporting each other all the more, is the better tact. I said plenty and then some--then capped it off with a nightcap of a note with a few more summary thoughts.
I just dont care. Organizationally, its insanity.
The good news is, after all this week's silliness, the boss and bigger boss are gone to the nation's capitol for a spell and all of us worker bees can get off the merry go around. Hate it.
On a finer note, our new pergo hardwood floor is in. Its stunning. Beautiful so transforming. My youngest brother and husband made it happen. I am wishing for a pile of cash to keep going!
The dish pan calls...therefore....TTFN
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