The Not Happy Thread

Procrastinated for half an hour. Calling her now.

Wish me luck.

 

All that would accomplish is to completely poison all the relationships, and it's not a bad job, just an annoying moment.

Because it involved the creation of a position to promote me into. The bigger boss thought the supervisor might need an assistant, which position does not, at present, exist, but the supervisor said he thought it wasn't necessary. It wasn't really a matter of "me" getting the promotion, it was whether or not there would be a promotion, and there hasn't been, for anyone, so far.

 

Speaking of two faced supervisors:

One of the assistant managers told me that since I'm going to be a supervisor at another store in two weeks if I know what I'm doing I don't need a manager to counter-sign my work. This week, said manager also instructed me to handle gathering stock that head office wanted us to send back (usually ranges we stopped selling or as a branch we are terrible at shifting). Deadline was today, but finished it yesterday.

This supervisor who regularly has me introducing my head to a wall is on the closing shift. She told me she counter-signed the manifests I did 'because otherwise we'd fail audit' and because it wasn't our other assistant manager who told me it was fine, she had to do it.

This is the woman who won't listen to me telling her that placing an £85 spanner set on the shop floor with no way to secure it was asking for a loss prevention issue and just keep saying 'they're on the planogram' until I told her that an assistant manager at the time said we're not putting them out anymore. Why? Because they were a brand that was being targeted by a thief!

 

Holy Hell I hate neighbors who have to stand in the street, stopping traffic, to shot off fireworks and make some primitive Woooooooooo sound. I am amazed that we were able to get out son to sleep at all.

 

Yes, I believe it's quite common. I used to be super afraid of making phone calls and talking to people over the phone as well - it doesn't really make sense 'cause I'm not afraid of talking to people face to face. I mean, what can they do over the phone? Nothing, except maybe yell, and who cares if they do cos you can always hang up.

I eventually got over it... Mostly. It strikes sometimes. Like I emailed this masseuse asking if she could come to our home (on her website, she mentioned home visits are an option) and when she would be free. She emailed back: "call me and we can discuss this". Yeah, fuck that. I'll get someone who contacts me by email.

 

On the other hand, if she works alone, she might want to at least hear a female voice on the other end of the phone before walking into a stranger's house...

 

Hey, that guy might be a nice and polite fella!

 

LOL.

But no, doesn't make sense to me. All I asked for is some indication on which days and what time she usually does home visits, so I could check some dates in advance, then call her and agree on them (because I do want to talk to someone in advance who's about to visit my home). What I don't want is calling someone, then start writing down available dates while trying to scroll through my calendar - which is in my phone - and make sure whether something she suggests would work or not, and then either make the decision then or suffer another phone call later (potentially calling her when she's not available and then she calls me back when I'm not available and on and on it goes) after I've decided what to do.. Or I settle on some date, realize 10 min later I'm busy then, and try to reach her again either by phone or another email, which she probably wouldn't even respond to.

 

This morning, I opened up my latest short story to do the final revisions. OpenOffice asked me to register, which it's never done before, but what harm could it do?

My story is hashtags now. Just hashtags, all the way down. Every one of my 5000 words. I had no backup. Every other file opens just fine. I think I can rewrite it more or less the same, but this needn't have happened right in the middle of moving and changing jobs.

 

@Night Herald that really sucks. I can see why you're pissed.

 

@Cave Troll I'm nowhere near pissed, just a bit miffed. Those anger management classes really did a number on me. Besides, I've got the story fresh in mind, so I can save it.

Now, if this had been the master document of my novel, and I had no backup... I might have had just a slight relapse.

 

Ouch... I know of one novelist who kept a "writing computer" that was completely disconnected from the internet. For different reasons, but it could also protect your work.

 

Would this be George R. R. Martin? He does a couple of things differently, I've heard. Yeah, I'm sorely tempted to demote my old laptop to typewriter, if only I trusted it not to catch on fire as soon as I look away. Hell, I have an actual typewriter stashed away somewhere. Maybe it's time to relinquish electronics altogether.

Well, I've got the first page pieced together, and it actually flows a little better than it did. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise.

 

Just goes to show; the first draft really is crap!

 

That sucks. One of the cardinal rules of leadership and management is "never delegate responsibility without delegating authority."

 

Don't give up, files are often recoverable. There is a wealth of discussions about this on a Google search for OpenOffice work lost after registering

 

This happened to me in grad school the night before I had to hand in for workshop. After about an hour of trying everything to recover my story I wrote it again. I had to stay up all night working on it, but I do believe it came out better than the original. Glad to hear you are off to a good start with page one. Hope the rest of it continues to flow and you end up liking it more than the version you lost.

 

I had a horrible anxiety attack that lasted all morning. It seems to be in control, but now there's a voice in my head telling me that no one here cares.

Hope I wasn't too whiny in that thread...

 

Tough staying positive these days. Working hard at reasoning the emotions of having to be going through the mill of another rupture. Painful and messy. Ok, ok - maybe reasoning is not the best way to live what needs to be lived. Feeling bad sucks, but it is OK, right ?

People, things will go badly. Be patient.
People, things will go well. Be patient.

 

The tenses in my writing are killing me! Grrr! Why does it flow so prettily even though it is so wrong...

 

I don't know how I feel. On the one hand I took a nice long
9 mile walk last night in the moon light. On the other I just
don't know what to do with my self. Feeling a bit worthless
at the present.

 

I'm sorry. But hang in there, it'll pass, always does.

 

Hey baby, have a hug.

Use the 'write a list' method..?

- get up at 8
- walk a mile
- apply for 3 jobs
- fry a big breakfast
- write my blog story

that sort of thing? Personally, I'm struggling with a young man [son] and his motivation. I write the lists, he reads them in bed.

 

Thanks @GingerCoffee & @matwoolf