Mood: Chugging Along
So far today …
Overheard on the bus this morning:
Student #1 from North Sydney Girls: Doesn’t it suck that the teachers are marking down all forms of tardiness as truency?
Student #2 from North Sydney Girls: I know! It does suck! I’ve now got 2 truency reports against my name. I mean, I was like 2 minutes late to class the other day, and I got marked for it. Like, last week, I was 10 minutes late to school because of the stupid bus, and I got marked down. I mean, like, where did they think I was? I was on my way to school! There isn’t like anything fun you can do in 10 minutes, is there?
I was sitting next to these girls, and I had bite my tongue from saying "Oh trust me, honey, there are so many things you can do in 10 minutes – some can even do it twice in that timeframe!"
Saw on my way to work this morning:
Some micro car taking on a State Transit bus at the intersection of Phillip Street and Bridge Street. The tiny silver 2 door hatch was turning right from the north end of Phillip Street into Bridge Street, and the P-plated female driver must have thought the massive blue Mercedes speeding north along Phillip Street to make the lights and cross over Bridge Street would stop and give way to her.
For a few heart stopping moments, I thought the bus was going to flatten the teeny weeny car. Luckily for the silly female, the bus driver’s lightening quick reflexes as well as the good brakes on the bus prevented a massive tangle of metal being created.
Here’s the bit that got me – the bus driver was probably wondering if one of his colleague had a spare pair of pants he could borrow to wear for the rest of the day after the incident, while the stupid female and her equally idiotic passenger continued singing without a care in the car after the near mishap.
Discovered at work today:
The notoriously difficult female who wrangled and fought her way onto a committee cannot attend the committee meeting tomorrow, after confirming she was available to attend.
Why, why, why would one bitch and moan about wanting to come to the meetings, and bitch and moan when the meetings are cancelled due to lack of agenda items, then bitch and moan some more for whatever reason, to only then forget one had confirmed one’s availability to attend tomorrow’s meeting?
I wanted to drop this stupid female from all future meetings as there are others more willing and able to attend in her place, but was told in no uncertain terms I could not, as she is best friends with the Chief. Groan. I’m so not looking forward to seeing her again.
Also at work today:
Panicky older female refusing to comprehend she is no longer part of a process.
Said female was once an integral part of a submission process for which I have been tasked with improving for the past 6 months. The new and improved process includes a requirement for the regional teams to consult with her prior to submitting the proposals to my team. If the regional teams felt there was no need to consult with her, then that is their call. Previously, the teams did not cosult with her, and it was left to my team to do the consultation after the proposals were submitted. The old process proved to be less than successful in dealing with issues that may impact on the success of the submission, hence the new process was designed and implemented almost a month ago. The new process also falls in line with the new State regulations relating to the submissions.
Unfortunately, this female has steadfastly refused to adopt the new process, and every week, she calls to hound me for information that she feels still requires her input.
Today was no exception.
I have spoken to her more times than I care to count about this – and I’ve tried to tell her gently at first, and later as firmly as I could in my nicest voice that if she had not been consulted, that meant the regional teams did not feel her feedback was important enough to warrant a consultation. My boss has spoken to her on numerous occasions as well, trying to push the same point across, but to no avail. She refuses to comprehend that she is not really part of the process any more.
Today, I had to go through the whole rigmarole with her again. That’s 20 minutes of my life I’m never getting back.
Oh, bring on Quittin’ Time! I’m so ready for today to be over!