*sleeps on desk*

I am way more tired than I think I should be. Granted, I got to bed later than I intended, but not that late.

Had a band meeting from 2000 to 2200 or thereabouts, in which we did the post-mortem of the gig and addressed several less fun issues about the space, rehearsal times, finances, and when the next gigs should be. The usual administrative stuff that happens when you actually get a group of people doing one activity that they all take very seriously. Still, the whole thing went smoothly and pleasantly, lubricated by alcohol and general goodwill.

I seriously overslept this morning. Got up fifteen minutes before I usually leave home. Managed to get clean, dressed and out the door with the cats fed and a book to read in sixteen minutes. Made a dash for the bus, and got to work on time. I am still half-asleep, even this late in the day, and it doesn't look like I'm going to get any kind of proper rest until the weekend, and even then I'm going to be pretty busy.

Gah. When did I develop this busy a life?

Had a weird dream somewhere around 0300 that the bands were meeting again because the lead singer of Invisible had died in a car crash. Somehow no one seemed very alarmed at this prospect, and there seemed to be no question of actually replacing him or anything like that. The band would just go on as before. At that point I sort of half woke up, and started rationalizing with myself that I was dreaming, that I hadn't even gotten up to check my email (which was how I'd found out about the accident in my dream), and that it made no sense for Phil to be dead. Still, it took me several hours and several broken dreams to get rid of the feeling of certainty that Phil was now a dead rock legend.

My mind works in weird ways, what can I say?

So there's my night and morning in a nutshell. More later.

Work and double speak

"I don't mean to interrupt, but could you drop everything you're doing and do this thing for me? I understand if you have lots of other things, but I really need you to have this ready five minutes ago. Thanks."

That sort of thing really, truly, pisses me off.

1- Of course you mean to interrupt. If you didn't mean to interrupt, you wouldn't have interrupted.

2- You don't actually care that I'm doing lots of other things. Your little thing is, according to you, the center of the universe, and anything anyone else is doing is by definition less important.

3- Don't bother tacking on a "thank you" that you don't mean. Your whole attitude suggests that I should consider it a privilege to put aside all my other work in order to do your bidding. Hiding behind a mask of phony politeness does not endear you to me.

So, here I am, doing work for four -count them, four- other managers, all of whom are in a rush to get things done. Legitimate rushes, because other departments are waiting for documents from them. And now you come sailing by and want me to photocopy your expense report before I do all these rush assignments, just so you can get it in this afternoon rather than tomorrow morning.

Okay. Here's where we reassess our priorities. I will be happy to do your damned photocopying after I have processed the boardsheets, sent my urgent faxes, and gotten our sensitive documents signed. I will go when I have a pile of photocopies to make, which will save me time, rather than go back and forth from the photocopy room twenty times a day.

Coming to my desk every. five. fucking. minutes. to ask if I've made your photocopies will not help. I realize it's time sensitive. So is everything else around here. Just like with all other photocopies, when these are done, I will let you know and even *gasp* give them to you. How's that for a concept?

Now, please go the fuck away and let me do my work!

Gah!

Hand me the duct tape and some krazy glue, would you?

Spoke to Fred's ex-girlfriend today.

You may remember Fred from such cryptic posts as this entry and this entry.

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The long and the short of this long, rambly post, is that I've sent an email and now I'm nervous as all get-out, because I have this vague suspicion I may be, once again, getting in way over my head.

I'm not actually looking for advice here. I just wanted to write it all out to see if I could get it straight in my head. Feel free to write whatever you want, I won't censor any comments, but advice is not at the top of my list of priorities right now. Just sayin'.

In less angsty news...

Hey, does anyone craft-oriented (i.e., arts and crafts, like knitting and such, not the other Craft) in Montreal know of a place where I can get yarn in safety orange?

Don't ask. ;)