Tag: work

Stupid Lunch

For years now I’ve been telling myself, “if you make your lunch for the next day at night before bed then you won’t have to worry about it in the morning, and if you’re running late it will be okay because you can still brown bag it.”

Last night I made today’s lunch before I went to bed. I was so proud of myself. Good job, Robbie!

When I left for work this morning I forgot it. My nice little lunch bag is still sitting in the fridge at home. I didn’t remember it until I was walking into the door at work.

Stupid lunch. Stupid Robbie.

Random Monday Thoughts

Here are a couple of random thoughts for a pre-work Monday morning.

The drive from Methuen to Canton today took less than an hour. We are firmly in the summer traffic lull. Two weeks from now cities and towns will be starting up their school years and the 55 minute drive I made today will take 90+ minutes. I know how bad it gets, but seeing how good it can be (not that 55 minutes is really that good) just makes September through June that much worse.

I indirectly gave my step kids the weirdest compliment they are ever likely to get. I was in my room getting dressed and that cat jumped onto the bed where I was sitting and got all affectionate. I tend to baby talk to the cat when I am petting her. I was saying goofy things about how the kitty loved her mummy and her big sister and her big brother. Then I said that kitty’s sister and brother love her too because they have good taste in kitties.

I told the cat that the kids have good taste in kitties. What the hell is wrong with my brain? How did that sentence even form in my head? Good taste in kitties? Please!

I played a lot of guitar this weekend. On Friday I finished (except for vocals) one song and started another. On Saturday I finished two songs (except for vocals) and started another. On Sunday I started four songs. That’s nine songs worth of guitars recorded. I was not physically prepared for so much playing and today my finger tips are literally on fire. Oh the pain!

The Bright Side

For the first 36 years of my life I was the undisputed king of pessimism. The glass wasn’t half empty, the glass was bone dry.

Then I met Jen. Slowly but surely my attitude toward everything changed. It was all her fault of course. Who knew that being nuts in love could affect your outlook on life and give you a sunnier disposition?

I’m going to have a super stressful day at work today. It’s going to be uber painful. Then this morning we had car trouble. Uh oh!

But this isn’t the old Rob, this is the new improved Rob. The issue with the car is being resolved lightning quick, Jen is coming to the rescue, but it does mean the kids and I have a few extra minutes at home this morning. Just enough time for me to shave off the two weeks of beard that had spawned on my face.

See? That’s me looking on the bright side. I’ve taken a negative and turned it into a positive! I’m not even remotely upset about the car situation. Instead I’m happy about getting to see Jen for an extra few seconds today, and not having an insanely itchy face anymore.

Rob is feeling positive. Who knew?

10th

I had to go to our building in Canton this morning for a meeting. It was FREEZING in there. When I got back to Westwood it was too hot. There was also a card on my desk congratulating me on my 10th anniversary. It was signed by the top people.

I appreciate it, even if my 10th anniversary does for some reason fill me with a sense of impending doom.

Why is that?

10 Years

Today was my first day at work as a 10 year employee. No one noticed. Thankfully.

When I was in Junior High I started a part time, under the table job. I stayed in that job until I was in my mid-twenties. 13 years, if memory serves. That was the longest I ever stuck with anything. Through most of my younger adult life I had a short shelf life. A few years doing something and I lost the ability to continue. I had to go do something else. Staying in a job for 10 years now seems like a monumental achievement. I’m still waiting to hit the proverbial wall though.

Getting married changed the thought process a little. I can gladly, gleefully, commit the rest of my life to my wife, but that is easy. I love her so much that being with her comes naturally. It would be wrong to not be with her, which is the opposite of how I am going to feel professionally when the wall comes. I don’t know how to explain it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, work makes me feel old.

Mediversary

Oh yeah…

Today is July 12, 2014.

10 years ago today I started a new job.

I’m still there.

I had planned on maybe 2-3 years before moving on.

I’m still there.

I’m still not sure how I feel about that, but I know for sure that I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I’m not doing what I planned to do, but I’m doing okay.

So Close Yet So Far

I am 8.5 business hours away from a week long vacation. I am so close I can smell it, yet it still seems so very, very far away.

Today is going to be one of the longest Fridays in recorded history. Just please keep the escalated issues at bay today and all of next week. They can start up again on June 2nd if they want. Just go easy on me today and go easy on my staff next week. That’s all I ask.

(he asked, knowing there was no way in hell his wish would come true.)

Nitwit

Every once in a while one of the kids will have a change to the morning routine. This requires both the other kid and me to also make changes to the morning routine. Over the last couple of weeks, that has meant that we have to get up earlier so that one of the kids can go straight to school instead of going to their Dad’s and taking the bus from there.

On Friday, we drove to school without any problem. As we were heading to Dad’s house I realized my phone and my glasses and my work badge were not to be seen. Damn. That meant I would have to stop at the house on the way to work. It would be okay, getting up early meant I had time. It was just a pain in the behind. Just before I got home I heard the beep my phone makes when I get an email. Uh… Oh yeah! I usually put my phone on the passenger seat, but on that day I put it in the console so my step daughter wouldn’t be sitting on it. Problem solved!

Today was another early day for us. This time as I was driving between the school and Dad’s house I realized I forgot my glasses and my work badge. Urgh! Idiot! This time I really did forget them. What is wrong with me? I’ve only been managing to NOT forget these things for about 10 years. That’s all.

Nitwit.

Telecommute

I will not be telecommuting tomorrow.  I will be going to new supervisor orientation, but that’s not what this is about.

In my division, Programmer/Analysts with a certain amount of tenure get to telecommute twice a week.  As of last week I am no longer a Programmer/Analyst.  As of last week I am a Supervisor.  Supervisors in my division get one day of telecommuting per week, regardless of tenure.  Well, you have to be there for three years before you get your one day of telecommuting, but that is company wide, regardless of division.  But you get the gist here.

I don’t get two days at home anymore.  I get one.  No more Mondays working at the dining room table.  I hope this move is a good one.  I hope an extra day of driving to Westwood doesn’t drive me out of my mind.  I don’t think I made a mistake.  I mean I’ve been filling the Supervisor’s roll for the most part for five months already, how much worse can it be?  Still… I hope I didn’t make a mistake.