The Diary of a Reformed Girl Genius

Because I Have More Seniority, That’s Why!

ikiban — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 20:29:13 +0000

Because I Have More Seniority, That’s Why!
2002-07-29, 12:42 p.m.

The new guy in direct (don’t think I even know his name, they don’t bother to introduce me very often), doesn’t to any shop drawings, that I can tell. I think he’s the one that is screwing up my block inserts, too. He’s apparently being payed to do that sort ofk thing. SO, in spite of the fact that they were ostensibly hiring him to share CW’s load, he’s totally not, and no one seems to care because they can put all the peon crap on me.I hate being used like this. If I’m doing 2 people’s work, they should pay me accordingly. I hate this job.

Work… Heigh Ho Heigh Ho

ikiban — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 20:27:43 +0000

Work. . . . Heigh Ho Heigh Ho
2002-07-29, 11:30 a.m.

Here I am, back again, like some sort of purgatory. Like the Stephen King short story, That Feeling, You Can Only Say What it is in French, only I can’t think what my sin to deserve this might be.I so wish the direct cell would just take care of their own stuff, and not act like I was part of CH’s little band of minions. She’s got 2, that T-W-O 2, people to do this crap for her over there, but NOOOOOOooo, she’s gotta drop stuff on me. Not like I don’t have my own stuff. And their files are so screwed up! I can’t find a thing in there! They don’t input their stuff into the Shiplist, and they don’t get proper field checks. I am so sick of CH and CW and JS that I could scream sometimes.

I still feel bad for embarassing the DH yesterday, but dang it I really felt offended by the ‘opinion’ parts of the sermon. Worse yet I felt very convicted by the scripture portions. I felt like that was really speaking to me, and I should listen, but then the pastor would start spouting his own ideas again and I really felt like that wasn’t of God, like it wasn’t guided by Him only by the pastor. It was very confusing and conflicting.

I really want to find a new church, but nothing (and I don’t just mean churches) seems like a good fit here.

Off to the Movies

ikiban — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 22:43:09 +0000

Off To The Movies
2002-07-27, 7:53 p.m.

Went and saw MIB2. I am awfully excited about the Terminator 3 and THe next Star Trek Movie. I just can’t help it. I’m a movie freak. MIB2 was a total sequel, didn’t live up to MIB in a lot of ways. There were a lot of laughs, but a lot of things that were just unworthy of MIB as well (the toilet joke, for instance). Another thing, I can barely credit a movie that isn’t even 90 minutes long. If you don’t have 90 minutes worth of movie (and I mean to emphasize worth here), then don’t bother people!

Happy

ikiban — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 22:41:48 +0000

Happy
2002-07-27, 1:12 p.m.

Everything is lovely. DH’s downstairs painting minatures, which gives me time to mess around with this and my web page, and my Sims game. I guess it’s the hubris in me, but I love messing with that game. Also it’s like having a doll house that you can spend unlimite money on. I like to pretent that I”m decorating my own house. I can’t wait until we have enough money and a nice house to decorate. This townhouse/apratment is nice, but I wish that we had more money and a place that I could decorate the way I want to.

on a more factual note. . . He got his hair cut and paid the rent (usually my job, but when I went out this morning, I forgot my checkbook). We had lunch at Subways and decided to stick around town this weekend, seeing as next week we’re taking the BIG trip to Wisconsin and GenCon. Gonna play a lotta games, watch a lotta anime, and spend a LOT of $$$$. Can’t hardly wait. Oh, yeah, most importantly:

NOT GO TO WORK

Morning Ruminations

ikiban — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 22:39:31 +0000

Morning Ruminations
2002-07-27, 9:01 a.m.

I love my Saturday mornings. I wake up when I wake up, which is surprisingly early when I don’t have to be anywhere, and do the bare minimum morning abolutions then I walk down to the donut shop and get some breakfast donuts for me and dh for the weekend (unless it’s too cold or heat advisory weather, like last weekend, in which case I drive). Then I comehome and eat mine while using the computer or sitting outside. Then I clean or exercise (whichever type of day it is), and I top it all off with a shower. By this time it’s about 11 and I make sure the dh knows that he should wake up before Monday.

Yesterday was a wierd and dull day at work. We spread design review out so that we started at 11 am and ended at 11:45 then again at sbout 1-1:30 and ended at 2:30. The result was a messed up day where no one really accomplished anything. BossA was on her high horse about framing plans and SM was definsive about doing any more work. HB and I were trying to figure out what our cell needed to be doing about all of this. I worked on what I had and continued to put Lewiston off, working on it when I was between other projects, and honestly, I have plenty of other projects which are coming due without CH&co. putting their stuff on my plate. V&son stopped by to clear up some details with HB (and me too, I guess) on a couple jobs. Why am I so awkward talking to new people, especially those I can’t quite figure out? I am pretty sure that a couple of the comments they made were pretty crude. If I were sure I really would have/should have not let it go at that, even if they are some of our dealers/installers. That’s prohibited by law, and rude besides.

Oh well, it’s over now.

Rejection and Boy Do I Hate It

ikiban — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 22:37:09 +0000

Rejection, and Boy Do I Hate it
2002-07-26, 4:24 p.m.

J at work totally dissed me again. I say this as if it’s even an event anymore. She totally whispers anytime she thinks I Might be considering joining in on even the most inane conversation. When she says hello or goodbye or ‘anyone want to go get lunch?’ she fully addresses everyone and anyone except me by name, and even when she doesn’t in actuality, she does in all body language so it’s unmistakeable. I don’t know how no one besides me and I think BS who used to work there didn’t notice her witchy-nes. Well, I guess I do, she’s like the popular girl at school, the one who was popular mostly because she’d been around and knew all the ropes and had some respect from all quarters, so she basically had her run of things. Have I mentioned lately that I HATE being the outcast. I also hate sucking up, never really was any good at it. So where does that leave me? No where. At my age I shouldn’t be having these problems. But, then again, that’s just stupid. Just because you age, doesn’t mean that people get better, or you get to be more socially acceptable, ro any of that crap. Adults have never really been adult. I would just like to have one Good Female Friend again. That’s all. Well, not all, but as much as I ask socially in addition to what I already may have.

Example of Corporate Pettiness

ikiban — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 22:35:21 +0000

Example of Corporate Pettiness
2002-07-26, 8:18 a.m.

Today is Friday, and I’m wearing one of my 3 or 4 suits. My company has ‘Dress-up Fridays’ and their reasoning is this: they let us go business casual (not suits, but no jeans or t’s or shirts with writing, except for the polo’s with the company logo we can buy, yaddayaddayadda) most of the week. Then about a week before I started here, a bunch of the engineers (THEM, again!) decited to wear sweats and jeans and tennis shoes on Friday of their own accord and someone didn’t care for them declaring their own ‘casual Friday’ so they went the opposite way and made it policy.

AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

ikiban — Thu, 31 May 2007 14:01:05 +0000

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2002-07-26, 7:50 a.m.

Someone has messed with the interoffice radio and we’re on some gosh durned frickin’ COUNTRY STATION What kind of sin must I have commited to get this: A cloudy day(not even a payday), and this gosh-awful country music. I would give good money to know who the jerk who changed the channel is. Give better money to know where to go to switch it back.

Cindy came along and fixed it. for the record: that box in the supply closet is the control panel. I am remarkable alert this morning, possible evidence that I had been getting too much sleep lately. On yet another hand, everything seems to be happening on the other end of a LoooOOOooong tube and I’m watching through the end.

A Pleasant Surprise

ikiban — Thu, 31 May 2007 13:59:18 +0000

A Pleasant Surprise
2002-07-25, 9:20 p.m.

My Mom and Daddy came to see us this afternoon, right after I got home from work. They live about 2 1/2 hours away, as does most of the rest of my family (those that don’t live farther that is, heh). I get sort of lonely sometimes, I didn’t really realize that I would until it happened, but now I see how much they mean to me. We had a nice dinner and I got to visit with Daddy some, and MOm too. It was so nice, but now that they’re gone again I feel a little bit lonlier than before for the loss of it.My cousin, A, I miss especially, almost as much as my parents, she’s like the sister I never had. I’d do most anything for her. I missed her birthday this year. I called, but she was having a friend over for a sleepover, and there wasn’t going to be a family party, anyway. This is good because we were having car trouble and wouldn’t have been able to go. She just turned 12, that’s a good age to have a sleepover party. I had some great ones at that age. I never had a lot of friends, but I was really close then with the friends I did have.

I have this big zit on my nose. Well it’s not so much the size as the aggressive redness of it. I hate my period. At least I’m not pregnant.

Confused Rambling

ikiban — Wed, 30 May 2007 00:10:41 +0000

CONFUSED RAMBLING
2002-07-25, 3:41 p.m.

Couldn’t be more bored if I tried. I was reading an article this morning. I know that I should work harder at getting to work at doing what I love, but the thing is I was never sure what that was or how to do it as a job. I like many things. I love writing (this diary is not a fair sample of my writing skill, I’m far more coherent irl). I also enjoy almost anything that involves making something, but not lifting heavy things, for instance, I love programming computers, and knitting and crochet. I enjoy movies, and have an almost unhealthy fascination with the people involved with them. I am a semi-professinal trivia expert, my memory for the offbeat or unimportant is exceptional.

What’s a girl with no social skills and direction to do? I’m not getting any younger, and I still am not sure what I want to be when I grow up.

In college I studied computer programming and physics. I loved many things about both, but was never certain that it was my calling. I tried engineering in grad school, but due to the horrid racism/sexism of the almost entirely Middle-Eastern staff, I left school. (long, angry story), maybe I’ll tell it later. well If I screw around with AutoCAD a little more I’ll be able to go home in a minute.