bite sized chunks

So I’m having Shopaholic, G and Cats (a gay co-worker who owns 10 cats) over for dinner tonight.  I like to make myself crazy and clean this joint up in a huff, run around town breathless. Yep, that’s how I like to spend my Fridays.  Well, I have no intention of cooking.  I’m going to go out and buy something.  G doesn’t drive and has been suffering a nervous breakdown at work so I thought it might be nice to do something nice for her.  It sounds like she’ll be going out on a psych disability for a few weeks.  Poor thing is an absolute mess.  I made sure there was no room to invite her girlfriend - the 50’s style girl with the whacked out eating issues.  So I’m gonna go pick her up from downtown and bring her by as well as drop her off at home.  It should be fun - I’m just not motivated to clean up and honestly - it needs to be done PRONTO.  

I’ve decided to get the food downtown (thai most likely), pick up my collection of Thermacare things from the pharmacy and pick up G from work.

Work has been - well let’s just say that the joint has inspired more than one person to have a nervous break down.  It was particularly brutal this week. I’ll spare the details.  

But I will say this - because the Union voted down a proposal from the City - we were told in an emergency meeting on Wednesday that we would all be laid off (on paper) and hired back as part time workers with a 37.5 hour workweek (gone is the alternative work schedule of 4/10’s) to save the City some large amount of money.  People were coming unglued.  Oh yes, they said - there will also be more LAYOFFS.  

Take that you fuckers!  Shit.

Ok, ‘Uncle’ dammit.  

We’ll submit.  Just don’t strip us naked, take polaroids of us and have it on the front page of the NY Times.

Can we play nice?  Can we?   I mean double my caseload and make me do it in 37.5 hours a week.  Fuck, I’m already working nearly 12-14 hours per day as it is now trying to do the right thing and not shortchange anyone at the expense of my sanity.  I see some major problems with this…

That helmet headed (imagine a shit brown page boy bob with at least 2 cans of Aquanet) buffoon (our director) is really trying to make herself look good and move onto another higher paying job.  It’s quite tragic because she does this at the expense of the clients that we serve - not to mention the carnage on the workers.

All you could do is sit there and rub your sore ass afterwards.

Nope, they didn’t even bother with the lube.

So it’s either gonna go into effect 7/27/09 or we’ll let them take 6.75 (money I’m told) out of us and double our caseloads anyway.

Gavin is trying to get to Senate you know…

Oh well.

 

Posted by anngirl on May 22nd, 2009 under General

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