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Posted by barb on Jan 9, 2007 in Random Thoughts |
I am so cranky
- Got back from Christmas at my parents
- Had to throw together a poster for the AAS meeting using the results of my meeting with my thesis advisors the day before I left for Christmas. (A meeting which should have occured much, much, much earlier)
- Also had to get Christmas out of our house before leaving for the meeting.
- Left for Seattle Saturday (fortunately with poster in hand)
- Had 3 inches of personal space on the plane after the woman in front of me decided to recline for the last 3 hours of the 6-hour flight.
- Our booths had not arrived, so my planned trip to Archie McPhee after set-up on Saturday was canceled (we ended up having to wait around until after 5 PM to see if the booths would arrive).
- First day of the meeting, I sat at the booth *all day*, 9 AM to 6:30 PM
- The second day, I had a poster, so I decided that I would not sit behind the booth at all.
- Today I had to listen to my boss bitch that she had to sit there from 11 AM to 4 PM yesterday. Oh boo-hoo. At the Atlanta, San Diego, and Denver meetings I had to sit behind the booth *every day*, *open to close*. Shut up about one f&^%ing day, not even open to close.
- And my boss seems to think that things with the booth just magically happen. She’s asked me at nearly every meeting how the booths get set up. Oh, that would be me. And she’s asked how they get taken down. Duh. That would be me. And I’m expected to be the one to get things setup in the morning, and put away in the evening. And she’s bitching about 5 hours in a row at the booth? Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
I’ve nearly been in tears every day when I get back to my room. I hate my job. I hate work travel. I hate the West Coast. (No offense to the West Coast, it’s just way too hard to acclimate in the 5 nights I’m here, and way too hard to figure out a time to call my hubby.) I’m on the verge of quitting my job, and I’m about to tell my boss that even if we send the booth to the next meeting in Hawaii, I’m not going.
One good thing to come out of this: I got to visit Archie McPhee. Yay for the small things. Now if I can just fight the urge to quit my job.
Ahh! Sorry that it is going not so great there. Dumb bosses are the worst – I’ll tell you my story one scrap booking day. It is awful, or JD may already have told you. Now I feel really bad because every time I talk to JD I bitch about how hard it’s been here without him. I forget how hard it is for you guys out there. I am sorry – those are long days, and I sympathize with you! What?!?!!? The next meeting is in Hawaii? You have to go and bring the hubs. That’s what JD and I did. Best time. 🙂 Well, I am now off to send JD a email to let him know that I know how hard y’all are working. Chin up, one more night.
Honey, I’m so sorry. I understand – it’s all I can do to get up and go to work in the morning. I just keep asking myself if quitting would feel $salary good or not. (What would I do for someone to give me $Salary? Clean toilets? Expose naked bits of myself for photographers? Answer telephones?)
It’s got to suck even more because you’re SO CLOSE to the candy store, but it’s still out of reach. (Meaning outreach without all the other bullshit.)
Would it be unreasonable to say that you need time to work on your thesis, so it’s critical for you to not attend the next ‘outing’? Or is that something that is automatically expected of you?