*Yawns* Damn, I could use a nap.
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rubykatewritingToday is picture day in our department. As some of you may have realized, I'm not really all that RAH-FUCKING-RAH about my place of employment at the moment, so I had already planned not to attend. Unfortunately this was a BIG FUCKING DEAL for our department administrator, aka The Troll.
Troll: Are you coming?
Me: No.
Troll: Why not?
Me: I have an appointment.
Troll: You can't spare five minutes? You couldn't get that authorized?
Me: [in my head, WHAT THE FUCK? AUTHORIZE?] No, I can't get out of it.
Troll: Five minutes? You can't give five minutes of your time?
Me: No. I'm using my lunch break.
Troll: Well, what's it for?
Me: [in my head, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, LOSER] It's personal.
Troll: [turns her attention to the rest of the room] Well are the rest of you coming?
Room: [wanly] Yessss.
Troll: [looks at me as she walks out in a huff] THANK YOU FOR SHOWING YOUR SUPPORT FOR THE DEPARTMENT OF LEUKEMIA.
Of course, when I came back from my appointment, which should really be "appointment" since that was complete bullshit (I had made plans to go to Ruggles for lunch with Del [oh, Tomato Basil soup and small Ruggles salad, you were SO WORTH IT], but I bet you can already guess how well that would have gone over had I said, "Oh, I have a lunch date." The Troll would have probably done that thing Bill Cosby's wife did when she saw he fed the kids cake for breakfast. Only less funny), the photographer was fifteen minutes late so it would have actually been TWENTY MINUTES OF MY LIFE. So suck it, TROLL. That's twenty minutes more than I'm willing to give this department.
Oh, and they took ROLL. They actually had a list and The Troll's administrative assistant, BitchFace McLackey, called out everyone's name. Apparently we're all FIVE.
For a little bit of random: I love FNL because it is just generally fantastic, but they really win me over because their actors speak with authentic Texan accents. For some reason (perhaps because we identify ourselves as Southern for the most part?), actors think it’s a traditional southern drawl but it isn’t. There’s Southern Drawl and then there’s Texan Drawl. In fact, it's less accent and more rhythm. Basically, all you really have to do is slow it down and speak as if you couldn’t possibly expend any more energy.
I think it helps that the show is filmed in Austin since most of the cast (from what I can find on imdb.com, only Jesse Plemons and Nieko Mann are from Texas) isn't from these parts.
Troll: Are you coming?
Me: No.
Troll: Why not?
Me: I have an appointment.
Troll: You can't spare five minutes? You couldn't get that authorized?
Me: [in my head, WHAT THE FUCK? AUTHORIZE?] No, I can't get out of it.
Troll: Five minutes? You can't give five minutes of your time?
Me: No. I'm using my lunch break.
Troll: Well, what's it for?
Me: [in my head, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, LOSER] It's personal.
Troll: [turns her attention to the rest of the room] Well are the rest of you coming?
Room: [wanly] Yessss.
Troll: [looks at me as she walks out in a huff] THANK YOU FOR SHOWING YOUR SUPPORT FOR THE DEPARTMENT OF LEUKEMIA.
Of course, when I came back from my appointment, which should really be "appointment" since that was complete bullshit (I had made plans to go to Ruggles for lunch with Del [oh, Tomato Basil soup and small Ruggles salad, you were SO WORTH IT], but I bet you can already guess how well that would have gone over had I said, "Oh, I have a lunch date." The Troll would have probably done that thing Bill Cosby's wife did when she saw he fed the kids cake for breakfast. Only less funny), the photographer was fifteen minutes late so it would have actually been TWENTY MINUTES OF MY LIFE. So suck it, TROLL. That's twenty minutes more than I'm willing to give this department.
Oh, and they took ROLL. They actually had a list and The Troll's administrative assistant, BitchFace McLackey, called out everyone's name. Apparently we're all FIVE.
For a little bit of random: I love FNL because it is just generally fantastic, but they really win me over because their actors speak with authentic Texan accents. For some reason (perhaps because we identify ourselves as Southern for the most part?), actors think it’s a traditional southern drawl but it isn’t. There’s Southern Drawl and then there’s Texan Drawl. In fact, it's less accent and more rhythm. Basically, all you really have to do is slow it down and speak as if you couldn’t possibly expend any more energy.
I think it helps that the show is filmed in Austin since most of the cast (from what I can find on imdb.com, only Jesse Plemons and Nieko Mann are from Texas) isn't from these parts.
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Date: 2007-04-12 07:48 pm (UTC)Anyway.... they decided we needed to take a picture as an office so they could post it on their intranet and get to know us. We were opposed to this. I flat out refused. Because it was stupid. However, I had taken Fox to work with me that day and said I'd pose if Fox could be in the picture. Everyone thought this was a fine idea (they loved Fox) so, pictures were taken. Several days later we got a call from Boston saying the picture with the dog was unacceptable and we'd have to do it again. I told them they could bite me. I left about a month later.
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Date: 2007-04-12 08:02 pm (UTC)We have several of those all over Houston. They call them "master-planned communities" and they have just about everything built within its hallowed little walls. You basically never have to leave. It's kind of scary. Compound-like.
Yeah, that sounds about like where I'm at now, and the climate here has everything to do with The Troll. As DA, she controls just about everything, and because she keeps costs down, the department head lets her go around as if this place was her little dictatorship. It's a joke.
And I was planning on staying here until I move later this year, but I think, for the sake of my sanity, I'm going to start looking for another position within the institution. There’s an editing position in OPR that looks promising.
"Moist. Moist. Moist. Moist."
Date: 2007-04-17 04:06 am (UTC)Re: "Moist. Moist. Moist. Moist."
Date: 2007-04-17 12:01 pm (UTC)