So, apparently my escape plan has not worked out since we are not going to VA anytime soon. Dangit. So, I have to made do with my current job (well, there’s always the option of another job in Cheesecake City but it turns out I’m actually pretty well paid. Oops).
Gwen has been my boss now for 6ish weeks and now I remember why I didn’t really mind not having her for my boss for the previous 3+ years. Oops. She has all these expectations and doesn’t live in Scotchland (I’m not saying Stefania’s boss is from Scotland – I’m saying I think he’s a fucking alcoholic) so she’s actually awake and present during the day.
And I think she (still) checks my web surfing history which makes it really hard to check my 3 personal email addresses multiple times a day.
So anyway – she has all these expectations of me as an employee and payroll as a job. And what’s amazing is that I really believe that (with her help sometimes) we may be able to make them happen. Yesterday we sat down and devised a report that we’re going to present to the Bosses to say “Hey bitches! Fix this shit!” (ooh, I should totally call the report that). And we’ve got the people that installed our crappy software coming out so I can say (to them) “Hey bitches, fix this shit” and that will save me so much time.
And there’s the Major Payroll Initiative – yikes! – that I’m working on STILL. I swear, it’s not going to be fixed any time soon (possibly because it involves me, spreadsheets and figuring out the minimum wage for overtime hours – FUN!). The good news is that Gwen told the Big Big Boss and he was supposedly suitably appalled. Which feels good, since it’s not my fault.
And then there’s all the Extra Crap that was shoveled at me a few weeks ago. The good news is that we simplified drug testing so part of my job may get a little easier (I no longer have to call some random medical center in Noplace City and beg them to stay open until 5:30). And I’m working closer with our insurance, which is super scary.
So, while I definitely feel that Mahjobiscrappis, things may get better with Gwen’s help (and D to shovel chocolate and Diet Dr Pepper at me). I’ll stay insanely busy (seriously – I can’t go to the chiropractor without thinking of another 4 things to add to my to do list), but I hope I won’t freak out like I did the last time I worked with Gwen, when my to do list hit 20 items and I decided to read a book at my desk while the boss was away and then TELL someone I did that, (stupid me). Maybe I can live up to my actual potential.
And wouldn’t that be fucked up?