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Paging Goldilocks
Mar. 24th, 2011 11:40 amBut coworkers are rapidly pushing me towards settling for Fiona.
the project in which I was supposed to be a consultant but have been upgraded to "heavy lifting" is driving me insane. Because everytime I try to "manage" anything, I feel like I either get ignored by the other junior writer, or slapped down by the new poodle client service person (who is experienced, but somehow her emails always come off WRONG and whenever I try to do anything managing wise she never follows through on what she promises me. Which makes me very annoyed when she turns around with short-term demand after demand under the guise of wanting to help because of her YEARS OF EXPERIENCE.).
It makes me want to clone Ohio client services guy that regularly ignores us or asks us to do his job for him. Seriously.
And since I've been home for about 36 hours now, I can't really blame the paint fumes. And I'm far enough along that I can't blame hormones either. Clutter. My house clutter. That might work.
As a result my procrastination levels are hitting all time highs for this job and I just want to go bury myself in fandom...except that would probably lead to problems as well as much as people are pissing me off right now.
the project in which I was supposed to be a consultant but have been upgraded to "heavy lifting" is driving me insane. Because everytime I try to "manage" anything, I feel like I either get ignored by the other junior writer, or slapped down by the new poodle client service person (who is experienced, but somehow her emails always come off WRONG and whenever I try to do anything managing wise she never follows through on what she promises me. Which makes me very annoyed when she turns around with short-term demand after demand under the guise of wanting to help because of her YEARS OF EXPERIENCE.).
It makes me want to clone Ohio client services guy that regularly ignores us or asks us to do his job for him. Seriously.
And since I've been home for about 36 hours now, I can't really blame the paint fumes. And I'm far enough along that I can't blame hormones either. Clutter. My house clutter. That might work.
As a result my procrastination levels are hitting all time highs for this job and I just want to go bury myself in fandom...except that would probably lead to problems as well as much as people are pissing me off right now.