Small Victories
Well, yesterday a friendly conversation with one of our nicer VPs was overheard by the Office Manger/VP of New Sales (read: my real direct supervisor). We were chatting about the office coffee, which I have noticed has been declining in popularity. I haven't changed brands since I got here except for the occasional flavored coffee day when I was feeling 'crazy'. Well, the nice VP was saying she had shifted to decaf since she's expecting. (YEAH!!!) So I was chatting her up about her preferred coffees so I could get some in the office for her in decaf. Well, Mr. Boss heard and approved my 'upgrading' the coffee and... (drum roll please)... our Monday company lunches.
I nearly fainted. I've been twisting the arm of the CFO to try and improve the quality of our Monday company-bought lunch without success. Mr. Boss has enough authority to 'bully' the CFO to opening the purse-strings. Woo-hoo!
Small victories. Now I just have to FIND something better without being insane.
I nearly fainted. I've been twisting the arm of the CFO to try and improve the quality of our Monday company-bought lunch without success. Mr. Boss has enough authority to 'bully' the CFO to opening the purse-strings. Woo-hoo!
Small victories. Now I just have to FIND something better without being insane.
Labels: lunch, office politics, work
posted by Raina Nathair | 9:00 AM
45 Comments:
Yay for Kiri!!!
Good job, not only getting the coffee upgrade, but also the Monday lunching! Speaking of coffee, need me to ship off some more Friele?
Friele? Not the Irish kind... And wait until I get the first batch of long-overdue Ranch Dressing to you.
I meant the Chocolate blend...
Nah... I prefer the regular non-bitter kind o' coffee. That way I can flavor it with the creamer I use. teehee... I've got three flavors in the refrigerator.
So, the regular red pack?
Please. But wait until I send the dressing... Only way to make sure I get it there.
Fine... ::Huffs:: This is gonna take forever... ::Rolls eyes::
Nah, just a week or two. I need a little time to get new ones, as the old ones are probably still in the old office with V-Unit.
Hah, he prolly took 'em. Made himself some nice Ranch Dressing, that was supposed to reside in my cupboard. Darn him...
Might have.
Oh, get this. Mr. Boss just walked up and asked when was the last time this file I keep (read: I inherited) was updated. I said "umm last year, literally." He goes "not possible". So I look up the file and in the NAMING convention it states it was last updated in March 2007. HA!
So now I get to go hunting for articles about 'the boss' to update it. Joy.
Well, seems like you've got some stuff to keep you busy. Need me to google him for you?
No, it's okay. I'll do it tomorrow morning while you are at work. I also have to read them all, pick the most flattering, print them, bookmark them, get them approved and then start finding places for them in the book. :-)
Work! That I'll enjoy most of. Weeeee!
I know, I get off on research and cataloging myself... It's fun finding stuff and putting them into order.
At least I get to puddle around with my other favorite, problem-solving at work. And I am to remain under my headphones, rocking out to the likes of Korn, BLS and whatever else I bring into work, until I'm done. Bliss. No phones for this Witchy until my first priority is done!
Nice, I can do that when there are enough interns to answer the phones.
Yeah, well. It's more the norm for me. 'You stay the heck off the phones until you're updated on your main stuff, geddit?' Uh huh, yeasureyoubetcha!
::Puts headphones on while snickering::
Sadly, we are at the stage where we are losing this batch of interns. We hired one, one is staying until he finds a job, one is here for her last day. Boohoo! I liked her too!
She baked cookies and brownies for us today! I brought in a tiny stuffed dinosaur toy for her. It's chunky and cute and red and green with little white horns and pokey-uppy scales. It's cute.
So I'll be on the phones for a few weeks until the new group gets in and we can get them answering the phones confidently.
::sigh:: Noobs.
You said it, n00bs! Everyone on retailers support are n00bs, they have little to no clue and it makes me wonder if they actually paid attention to the training my fellow vet gave them. They were the majority of people that came 'knocking' during my hellweek, most of them still comes to me for answers. Why? Am I nicer than my fellow vet? No, I'm not! Do I smile more, prolly... do I therefore seem nicer, I might...
It's all lies, I tell you! She's evil incarnate! Or... well, maybe just neutral incarnate... ok, no... actually she's kinda nice.
::sigh::
We gotta get back to taking over the world.
Sounds like a plan! Where did we leave off?
Making sure that the heroes' sidekicks/pets couldn't make it through our air ducts or sewer system.
I think sludge eating monsters would do wonders for our sewer. We could charge the city to purify some of their water and when the fools stumble into a spotless sewer, they will have a false sense of security. Then GLOMP, the sludge eater gets them.
Omnivorous sludge eaters, then. Dedicated sludge eaters won't eat anything but sludge, remember?
But if they are in the sewers... they are sludge to be eaten. Only people behind the safety walls and sealed high-strength doors are "NOT" food.
Or... we have two monsters that are symbiotic. One eats anything meaty, it's waste being sludge and the other monster a sludge eater cleaning up afterward.
Annoying things like metal, gunpowder, explosives.... all rendered down to their basic parts by the first monster. Teehee....
::runs off the her high security labs::
Sounds like a plan! Waste not, want not!
::loud bangs and crashes echo down the long hallway along with the occasional burst of maniacal laughter::
"More proto-culture! More proto-culture! You can't expect me to create these glorious monsters from chewing gum and stale coffee!"
::various scientific types run out of the lab frantically searching for proto-culture supplies::
Wah-ha-ha-ha-HA! ::coughs:: Man, I gotta stop doing that.
And there she goes with the maniacal laughter again...
Do you remember nothing of what I've taught you? Can the maniacal laughter, it's a dead give-away. Giggle madly, that's the ticket. Remember, they don't take gigglers seriously. By the time they realize, it'll be too late!
Right, right.
Er... ::cute giggling:: I would never do anything... E-vil. No. ::more cute giggles::
::monster oozes out of sewer grate and eats the hero then goes back to it's nest::
::Kiri calls down the grate after it::
"Remember to brush your teeth! Heroes are full of all sorts of artificial chemicals and preservatives!"
There you go!
Oh, and the first monster is up (okay, down) and about already? Way cool!
Yeppers, and monster number 2 is in the growth tank and close to release. Mommie's Widdle Monster just needs to grow a widdle itty bit bigger.
::Kiri coos while petting the glass tank, the blobby-type substance within roils and shifts color under the glass::
What a good monster. What a good widdle monster. Does my widdle monster wanna go pway with his widdle buddy?
Okay, let them play, I'll be over that ways, fighting the nausea!
The Tums are in the pink medicine cabinet. Why pink? Only way to keep it straight on those late, late nights when I can't focus. I can always find pink, no matter how tired I am.
::whispers:: And the monsters LIKE being talked to like that. They tend NOT to turn on the nice Mommy-creator-person when they are treated right. K? Bring me a few of those tablets too, please.
::Hands Kiri a gigapack of tums::
Here ya go...
Nice. ::starts chewing after she lets monster #2 go down the sewer grate after his buddy::
Ok, give them about three months and the sewers will be safe. Until then we need to keep the guards in there.
The guards have 'routes' they follow, I've trained the monsters not to eat people on the routes until after they identify them.
"Blob not know you."
"Uh, I'm new?"
::Blob eats team::
"Blob like n00bs. N00bs taste yummy."
But doesn't that mean they'll eat our people simply for not knowing them? This could be messy, I think you might have to retrain them to recognize passwords, or sumptin'...
Nah, first few times that I introduce new teams, I'll take them down and make sure the monsters recognize them... Once the monsters know them, I can stop escorting them.
That way when the heroes try to sneak into the base in our soldiers uniforms, the monsters won't be fooled.
"Wearing uniform... not face I know." ::monster eats heroes::
I mean, remember, our uniforms have clear face plates.
I do remember, I seem to recall I made it a demand...
Okay, good enough, they'll listen to mommy!
Yes, that was in our list of requirements. Clear face plates so the heroes can't sneak in as easily. Oh, and no holding the hero hostage until the perfect time is enact our revenge upon them. No, a single shot to the back of their head, brains all over the floor will suffice. Personally, dismember hero so no miraculous and unbelievable survival is possible. Burn hero's remains to avoid that pesky magic-type who can restore the dead. Can't restore ashes baby.
... or sludge... Feed 'em to the monsters, fer cripe's sake!
Oh, yeah. ::scratches head:: I figure Blobby and Slimey would love to play fetch the hero snacks.
And you were gonna torch 'em... Hell, let their remains be useful, it'll be a change for 'em!
Good point, Blobby and Slimey might get tired of slime, sludge and Monster Chow.
Yay, we broke the 40 comments mark, want me to shot this blog too? My aim keeps getting better!
::Cocks 12 gage pump-action shotgun::
Fire at will!
::dives behind the Iron Man armor::
::KA-BLAM::
::Waves at the gunsmoke, coughing::
Yep, that did it!
::Walks away from yet another smoldering ruin::
You can come out now!
::peeks out from behind the armor::
Cool. Moving on.
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