redhedlvr2

So, since my last post went so well, I thought I'd give another a try.  Topic?  Work rant!  What else?

I have ranted many times over the years about how insane my Boss is.  Here is another example.

His family used to own a hardware store.  He KNOWS everything about hardware.  He is The Hardware King!  And cheap, have I mentioned that yet?  So, whenever one of the toilets here breaks, he makes our lab assembly guys fix it.  No, we aren't plumbers or in the plumbing/hardware business, but the lab guys must drop whatever they are doing and fix the john when demanded.

Now, we have two toilets in the ladies' room.  Both tend to get clogged easily and frequently.  Two clogs ago, we were down to one john for THREE WEEKS!  The women in the building were stockpiling pitch folks and blunts objects for a little party they were planning later in the week and I told Boss I was calling a plumber because the guys in the lab couldn't fix the issue and I wanted to live to see the weekend.

The plumber came in, fixed the issue in like ten minutes and was gone.  Boss grumbled about how the company was losing money and I was taking his kid's college education away from them.  Whatever.

The next clog came, I stated "I am calling a plumber!" and did.  Boss had a huge fit, sent nasty emails to all involved about losing money and told me from now on, to call his personal plumber, Bill.  Which was fine.  It let the lab guys off the hook and would get the issue resolved with Boss's blessing.

Until last week.  The company's VP said to me, "The men's room is leaking".  I said, "I'll call Bill the plumber, not to worry".  Bill wasn't available (are we shocked?) so I left a message.  I emailed all the involved parties so everyone knew I was on top of it.  Then Boss came in, read the email and hit the roof.  Why are you calling a plumber?!  Make the lab guys do it!  Don't waste money!  He could replace anything in any toilet in the world, and it was the easiest thing and don't I know how much money the company was losing?  The sky is falling and the world is coming to an end!! 

The man has serious issues.  I feel sorry for poor Bill the plumber.

I just finished reading Tom Clancy's Dead or Alive.  Has anyone else read it?

( Cut for bookish spoilers )

My gaming life is, well, I'm not sure I can describe it.  I've gotten 3 toons up to level 85, one of which has finished her Cataclysm loremaster achievement, but now I feel like, what's next?  I don't raid and I've never done much as far as grouping due to much trauma early in my WoW career.  Their tradeskills are maxed out so I don't feel much urge to log on the game except when the guild is on.  It's my daughter's guild and we boast a whopping six members.  We only really are able to group on Saturday or Sunday afternoons and then I'm playing a warlock alt I made just so the guild would have one of each class.

Anyway, so Rift has a new patch, which I've not downloaded yet.  I'm thinking of taking advantage of the free server transfers and getting one of my three mains off Wolfsbane and on to a lower population server.  Except...I downloaded Everquest II, the free version, and have been playing that instead.  Even though I had to pay for the race/class I wanted.  Greedy bastards.  I really liked playing it last year until my WoW got hacked and Daughter-Type got the guild going.

Finally, my father, who is 80, is moving out of the house we lived in since 1966.  Talk about your traumatic experiences.  I have mixed feelings about the move.  There are just so many memories tied up in the place, both good and bad.  He's buried two wives living in that house, one just two years ago in July.  He has to be feeling conflicted as well.  My sister has been there every weekend to help.  But he is NOT listening to her.  She schlepps boxes, old half full paint cans and other toxic waste and minds the burn barrel in addition to general cleaning and the like, but whenever she ventures an opinion he shuts her out.  To me, this isn't new behavior, but he and I have a different relationship and always have had.

Anyway, he finally closed on a condo nearby and he is going to settlement on his house mid-July.  However, he doesn't want to part with the eight dining room chairs, both leaves for the dinning room table or any of the filing cabinets (six) to fit into his new, two bedroom place.  I have visions of the movers stacking up in the hallway outside the place with all that huge furniture going, "Where ya wannit buddy?" and not being able to get in the door.

Finally, our prima donna sales manager here at work has allegedly resigned.  The rumor mill has it that one of his prima donna sales team has caused him to have to do extra work, since he did not enforce proper returns policy with said sales dweeb, fondly dumbed King Baby.  So today, Sales Manager is absent, although the rumor mill does not believe it's a permanent thing, just a temper tantrum of some sort.  This place is just a laugh a minute, that's for sure.  One of these days, when I grow up, I'll have a real job at a real company, with a Ranger and Morellie dilemma like Stephanie's.  Oh well, dream on, right?

I'm feeling rather pressured lately.  Work has been the usual coming down from audit frenzy and gearing up for the "perfect fit" health care benefit-wise search.  On the home front my brand, spankin' new heat pump system for upstairs is not producing heat.  School has turned out to be DEMANDING! time-wise.  Ugh, homework sucks just as much as it did when I was a kid.  And then there are my leisure pursuits.

I had a turn at the crack_van  last month that was both fun, and a bit stressful.  Stressful because I'm a crappy writer and my reviews weren't anywhere near worthy of the stories themselves.  But, practice and making perfect, right?  Also, when October rolled around, I sort of missed it, since obviously I had fun, even if I'm a crappy writer.

Then there's WoW.  The new Xpac has been announced for December 7, and the pressure is on.  I'm too much of an altaholic and the result is I have only ONE level 80 toon and a bunch of 60s and 70s.  So my dilemma is which pair do I want to hit 80 by December the most.  I 2-box as well, just to keep things interesting which sort of compounds the problem.  I'm leaning towards my pally/mage combo since they have turned out to be the most fun to play and there really isn't much outside of a dungeon that they can't tackle if I stay calm and don't button mash too much.

So much to do, so little me to go around.

Sleep?  What's that?  It's just so much better to wake up at 1:30 in the morning and not be able to go back to sleep.  I get so much more fanfic read that way.  zzzzzz.......

On the gaming front, I'm giving Runes of Magic another try.  Daughter-Type and Boyfriend are playing and she told me I'd like it.  And, now that I have a computer that can handle it, I loaded it up.  It's quite a bit like WoW, but sometimes feels a little clunky.  Targeting is an issue, too.  My toon is a Warder and his pet keeps getting in the way.  Also, the crafting system is SLOW!  But I like the fact that you have a chance to craft a green or even blue item.  As far as the best crafting system I've played so far, I have to go with EQ2. 

This week is AUDIT week!  Who knew, right?  There have been no maniacal rants, yet.  Yes, yes, New Boss has hired New Auditors and he has dealt with them exclusively.  No problemo there.  That's why he gets paid the big bucks, yanno?  Somehow I feel a bit let down though.

Eldest Daughter has started her own business.  She's cleaning houses.  She was having bookkeeping issues and I suggested getting Quickbooks.  I took a course in that a few years ago and it seemed fairly easy.  But, she's not an accounting type and getting it going is giving her trouble.  As an added complication, she lives in Florida so it will be difficult for me to help out. 

***Enter fantasy.  I get fed up with the crap here at work and tell Boss and New Boss where to shove it and load my doggie, dvds and computer in my Ford Focus and take off for the wilds of Daytona Beach.  Once there, I invest in Eldest Daughter's business, become her bookkeeper/financial advisor and then she becomes the most successful cleaning service in the area.  We hire many underlings and become millionaires.  Enter reality***

It's Friday, threatening to rain again and I just want to go home.

...while adding a new signer to the business checking account, you have to double check that you list his title as the CFO and not CMO!

Woops

I'm eating chocolate.  Reese's in fact.  I know it will cause me pain, yet I'm eating them anyway.  I need a real, live vacation.  I want to go somewhere where I can sit in the shade with a book or my knitting and just take a nap if I want.  I want room service and somebody to make my bed for me.  I don't want to hear a ringing phone or look at anyone who appears they might have anything to do with the accounting profession.  Four o'clock can't come fast enough.

...to be audited.

One down, one to go.

Yay team!

I have the sudden, uncontrollable urge to tell the boss to piss off, run screaming from the building and go home to watch Monty Python In Search Of the Holy Grail and finish my sock.  Work sucks.  He makes up rules that "everyone" must follow, but the only one who gets held accountable for them seem to be me.  What a wacko.  Nutjob.  Where is that help wanted section again?

Is it just me, or does it seem wrong for the boss to take half a day on Christmas Eve but make the rest of us who didn't take vacation stay?

Bah humbug indeed!