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children of dune - leto 1
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In general, I'm far more comfortable bitching about work than say, explaining *why* I'm more faithful to my job that I ever have been to anyone I've dated (and let's keep that between ourselves, mmmkay?), but...weird. I mean, *weird*.

See, I took off Monday and Tuesday, kind of not entirely with permission. I mean, I told everyone, I sent in the forms, but they were never approved. My boss takes a Very Dim View of sudden absences, so I was kind of, oh, dreading going in. So I go up to my computer and first off, they rearrangd my desk area again and moved my filing cabinet, which is yet another reason I really, really hate missing work. But okay, I got past that. Okay, I ignored that for the time being. And it was because I got a new printer, too. And yes, I didn't have a single pen, so I need to find a new place to hide them. People who had checked my day calendar said happy belated birthday, but I wasn't exactly advertising it, since, well, no.

Anyway, the Program Manager (supervisor of supervisors, Really Big Cheese person, scary as hell, remember me fearing her a few entries back?) whisks in to ask one of the other clerks to hold down the front desk because she needed to talk to me.

So I looked quietly at my sad little desk and wondered if I'd be allowed back in to say goodbye, grab the paper towel I'd been blowing my nose with (patheticness is always a plus), and followed her to one of the other supervisor's offices. Who was out. I sat down across the desk and tried to look mature, twenty-eight, and reasonably sane.

"So, Jennifer, how are you doing?"

I have yet to break anyone to calling me Jenn. Child calls me Jenn. Everyone else, not so much.

I answered in the okay, waiting for the axe to fall. I keep in mind that since her capable hands have taken the reins, two people have been fired, two have resigned. Not that I think she's entirely responsbile for any of this or their actions, but--not comforting.

"I want to talk to you about the coming weeks."

That sounded vaguely encouraging. She seemed to be implying I'd be around to see them.

Then the speech started, and such phrases as "excellent reputation" and "good job" were tossed about, and for a while there, I wondered who she was talking about. It connected suddenly--ah yes. She means *me*.

And you know, the fact that there are two clerks leaving the front desk and that leaves me as pretty much the oldest and most experienced person up there. I could have lived without 'oldest' but experienced sounded very much like a not-firing word to me. Anyway, being kind of shocky, I told her I'd put off my leave until late March because of the new clerks coming in and our understaffedness and she was all *bizarrely* praising how I thought of others in my leave-taking, and how I was thinking about the office, but I mean, you read the part about my desk, right? God knows what would happen if I took off without adequate preparation beforehand. I might come back without a desk or something. There were words about helping out and doing things and I swear leadership came up, but I could be imagining that.

It was surreal. I mean--I don't know what I mean. But the radiation of approval and so forth completely froze me. I don't know how to deal with approval. I know how to deal with rejection and dismissal and I'm really great when I'm cornered and I'm excellent at pleading my case, bootstrap girl all the way. I'm kind of used to not meeting other people's expectations. But sitting there, being told how *good* I was doing and how much the effort was worth....

She encouraged me to take a nice, long weekend sometime in February. What? You mean--take a day off? Like, for fun? *blinks* She said I must have a lot of overtime building up. Well, hell yeah, so I do. She praised my efforts, encouraged further growth. My supervisor later called me in to ask me what training I wanted to go to for MS Office, since apparently, all of this is Very Important.

I'd like to say I came out inspired, and that's there, but mostly I was punchy. I got my file cabinet dragged back into a close to normal position, since it was *freaking me out* that it was far away against the wall and not in spinnable range fo my chair. Having a printer at my elbow rocks so much it hurts but I notice I'm going to lose a lot of exericse I used to get leaping up to run to the printer every few minutes. Oh well, there's still the xerox machine. Got pens and hid them. Am currently planning what stuff I shall confiscate when the other clerks leave. I'm eyeing their staples, which are freaking diamonds these days. All these people were nice and God, I have no idea how to deal.

There's a very slight, slight, slight chance that people like me, and man, is this just begging for a way to torpedo. If there is one thing I do well, it's torpedoing good feelings about me.

And yes, I have an *entire chocolate cake* that I still have to eat. This day is disturbingly good. Just disturbingly so.
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Yayyy! Go team Jenn! And, you know, if it makes you feel any better, you'll probably break your toe or something soon. *smirk*

I'll feel a *lot* less uneasy when the other shoe drops.

Mmm. Yeah. And you know, just reading that sentence makes me uneasy about my ability to perceive the real world accurately.

*mulls*

*snicker* The other shoe will drop, or it won't. You don't have to help it along, I *swear*..

From everything you have said about your job - I can totally imagine that you rock - and the boss is just trying to make sure that you are happy enough to STAY.

She is counting her blessings - beleive me!
LOL

I'm glad it was a good 'let's go talk'!

Go you!

I was *way* too prepared for her to say 'but'. I was *waiting* for the but. It was almost a let-down when it didn't happen.

*Almost*.

I'm still kind of punchy, though.

OK, so I could be your mother, I am so much older than you but I have worked for eons in upper management in a corporate environment; so I will give you advice which you might not take from your own mother !! You have superior writing skills. You should be working on a manuscript to send to a publisher. You should NOT be wasting your time in a menial clerk position in public service. If you compile your writings and submit to a writer's agent for their consideration along with an outline for an original fiction plot, you could get out of this rat race and maybe we will all be reading about you in People Magazine and saying we knew her when she wrote fanfic. You go girl....you deserve success.

P.S. Obviously I am a fan of all your QAF fics. Thanks for writing them.

I did start something. I--Hmm. I have no idea how to put this. I don't *like* it. That sounds wrong. Fanfic got me addicted to very fast starts, being able to start *doing* things in the first few pages.

*shakes head* I want to like it, though--I just don't know if I'm capable of writing original fiction anymore. At least, not without a *lot* of practice.

Personally, I leave those kinds of meetings wondering what exactly they're trying to pull on me. Sometimes they are, sometimes they're not.
How wonderful if the boss really thinks you're a valuable employee and wants to make sure you know you're valued. (I'm inclined to think this IS the case because of the follow-up on the training.) I'm a good boss, this is how I tell employees I value them.
I think this experience is enhanced by any kind of journaling -- especially the LJ -- you can really look back at the angst of a week ago. If you're still liked in a month it will be even more valuable to look back at original writing, this entry, and a coming entry. Maybe there was a disconnect (in your head) originally. Maybe the new queen of supervisors recognizes a star when she sees one. I'm intrigued!
LeAnn

Personally, I leave those kinds of meetings wondering what exactly they're trying to pull on me.

I'm with you there. I keep trying to reanalyze it. *shakes head*

I think this experience is enhanced by any kind of journaling -- especially the LJ -- you can really look back at the angst of a week ago. If you're still liked in a month it will be even more valuable to look back at original writing, this entry, and a coming entry. Maybe there was a disconnect (in your head) originally. Maybe the new queen of supervisors recognizes a star when she sees one. I'm intrigued!

*grins* I am, too. I'm wondering how long all these warm, cuddly feelings will last. *G* Or freaked out feelings, at any rate.

Where'd you hide the pens? *g*

The latest? Taped to the bottom of my desk.

Not joking. I have *one* pen that I wrestled free of one of the supervisors. It is *so* mine.

Wow, this sounds a lot crazier than it is. At least, I hope.

*wonders*

You know, in elementary school you had your name attached to all your stationary. Maybe you could go back to that system? Or get a funky pink pen with a huge feather attached, a la Debbie, which would be painfully recognizable. :)

Hey! You go Jenn!
They know you are far too good for them, but you do good work and even Superman has a day job.
Always nice to find a supervisor who believes in positive feedback.

-Silverkyst

*laughs* I'm all for positive feedback. It just scares me. Which probably says a *lot* about my suspicious nature or something.

*hugs* Happy belated bday, btw. Yay for people appreciating you as they should. I totally agree that the supervisor of supervisors has noticed you're competent and wants you to STAY.

I can lie to you if you want, but of course people like you, you goofball. :) You're smart and funny and reliable and an excellent writer and so forth. Plus you play this fun game of hide and seek with your pens, which is a real pick-me-up when you're out of the office. What's not to like? ;)


*Grins* I'd want me to stay too. Our two year turnover rate is one hundred percent. Our *year* turnover is somewhere around forty-five to fifty, or so I was told today.

Freaksome.

I do think my antics regarding my desk and pens are a source of endless amusement to those around me. It's just--don't rearrange my desk. I will not be able to work and will freak out a *lot*.

*grins sunnily*

Hey, AIM just quit on me and I lost the part of my fic that I was writing in our chat. Do you have it still? Can you email me it? Thanks -- josselinkohl@hotmail.com

It's always worrisome when the boss calls you into their office suddenly. When its good news it's almost more of a shock because you have already mentally prepared yourself for the worst. Congrats on the kudos from the boss and senority is always a good thing!

Mar

Re: Happy Belated B-day

I could totally go into a power trip over the seniority thing.

*eg* All that *power*....

And thanks for the birthday wishes!

"So, Jennifer, how are you doing?"

I have yet to break anyone to calling me Jenn. Child calls me Jenn. Everyone else, not so much.


*snerk* I had the opposite problem at work. Kept calling one of my new co-workers Jenn, even though she insisted she was a Jennifer. Took me about two months to get it through my thick skull.

I'm eyeing their staples, which are freaking diamonds these days.

Yeah, tell me about it. Someone's swiped my stapler. And it was a good stapler, and there's no spares in the office, and it's really bugging me in a low-level way.

I mean, it's bad enough I had a great holepunch and someone switched theirs with mine. Now, I have no stapler. *vents*

Of course, in other news, a big yay for the Program Manager. That's very... hopeful. I mean, you *are* the most experienced, and you certainly worry a hell of a lot more about your job than I do (re: the time off. If I'm not coming in, I'll leave a message for work and take the phone off the hook so I don't get disturbed. *g*). Considering that you want to go for other jobs, and know that it might be hard because they *need* you, I think it's a smart idea for her to treat you well. You deserve it.

Still... Yay!

Yeah, tell me about it. Someone's swiped my stapler. And it was a good stapler, and there's no spares in the office, and it's really bugging me in a low-level way.

I hid two less quality but useable staplers under my desk. I'm not kidding. And post-it notes. I'm like a squirrel or something. But I remember the cold, cold days withotu post-it notes and staplers.

*grins*

Of course, in other news, a big yay for the Program Manager. That's very... hopeful. I mean, you *are* the most experienced, and you certainly worry a hell of a lot more about your job than I do (re: the time off. If I'm not coming in, I'll leave a message for work and take the phone off the hook so I don't get disturbed. *g*). Considering that you want to go for other jobs, and know that it might be hard because they *need* you, I think it's a smart idea for her to treat you well. You deserve it.

Still... Yay!


*giggles* They don't have to suck up to keep me around. I'm too entranced with my chair and the sheer power of having control of the numbers we give people to determine the order we are seen in.

Yep, that's me, baby despot. You get a number! You get a number! And you! Hahaha!

Just a *slight* chance that people like you? Honey, we *adore* you.

Sometimes, I think the amusement I offer the office in the form of my non grammatically correct Spanish and the anal way I require my desk and file cabinet to exist is really not ot be underestimated.

I make our clients look *sane*.

Ah, the memories of office work . . . mmmm, well, I miss the 'working indoors where it's warm' aspects, but not the 'staples are diamonds' and 'someone's stolen my pens' aspects.

Hi! By the way! You have no idea who I am, I just lurk.

I borrowed staples from someone else and almost broke my wonderful stapler. I nursed it back to health with a pair of scissors and a lot of hope. Also nearly took off my fingernail, but man, would be totally worth the sacrifice.

*Grins* Hi! Nice to meet you! *waves*

*hugs staples to chest jealously*

Congratulations, Jenn! And if it makes you feel any better, they were probably just being so complimentary because they were afraid you took time off to interview for another job--not because they actually like you, or respect you, or think you have talent and potential, or anything. ;o)

Queen

*grins* That so falls in line with my personal philosophy. Very comforting.

*relieved sigh*

A long weekend in February, eh? Um, it just happens that Escapade has accepted everyone on the waiting list and there's still a few vacancies, which means you can register on the web site now!! Think about it -- it's a great party with lots of your (current or future) best friends...

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