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The white envelope and the fork

Things are really changing in my line of work. As to avoid popping up on any random Google searches performed by coworkers (fat chance of truly avoiding that, I may add), I’m not going to go into details but if you piece my life together from this blog, my location and what I do, and the fact that my silly attempts at being cryptic are probably going to be in vain, I’m sure you can figure it out.

The thing is, my profession is no longer exclusive. You almost don’t need to go to school for it anymore as long as you know what the hell to do with a video camera, a still camera, Internet and video ****ing and some savvy.  Anyone can grab a camera phone, hop on the Internetand be his/her own ******list. Yes. On this particular post I’m not putting ANYTHING in writing but then again how obvioius can I be? Still, the work environment is too delicate and I’m all over the net anywho. Just know that if it’s happening here, you know very well it’s happening some place where you are.

The irony of the self-made professional is that in the department I work in, I basically groom them. I help them along, encourage and ***t their work. I enjoy what I do but the double-edged sword is that it is snuffingout what I thought I WANTED to do when I got out of college. Things are changing rapidly and I didn’t see any of this coming. I didn’t plan for it but lucky that I am working in an environment just in time to learn it all without paying for the extra college courses. I am plugging away in a good position for the transition of this medium. But the problem is, I wonder for how long will it be this way? How long am I somewhat safe from the white envelopes giving me either the choice to cut and run or to stick it out another year in this Brand (not brave) New World of communication?

None of this will make sense if you don’t follow such stories. But if you do follow, you probably know why I’m torn. I miss that first job straight out of college where I had to pay my dues (as they always told you to) in a small town and getting into every facet of everyone’s business from the supposedly friendly neighbor next door to the city manager sitting in on a dual role as police chief. Yep, that actually happened. Man I miss those days.

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Just retire already…

It’s just a small room with two windows facing out to office cubicles. It has a door with lock on it. It’s nothing special and quite plain. But there is a desk or two and plenty of cabinet space. I look into this little room every day. Even when the door is shut and the occupant isn’t even there, I peek in, I dream, I ponder. It’s just an office. A tiny room with the ability to shut off from the rest of the world. With the ability to give me privacy. But it’s not mine. Nor will it ever be while this occupant refuses to give it up. Or retire.

He’s a fixture here. He didn’t aways have an office. And unlike me, he’s not in management. He’s an older gentleman and has worked here for a while until they gave him a new beat. The previous occupant of this room I speak of was his boss. And since everything had changed, this guy was never here but SOMEHOW got the little room I have been coveting by default or just plain Good Old Boy system. Technically it was supposed to go to me. I’m in management, like I said before. He has the office based on wacko principal. Why does he deserve it? He’s older than me I guess. And he’s worked here longer. But I guarantee you I work more in one damn day than he does in a week. I have direct reports that I often need to speak to privately so how do I do it? Well when the conference room is occupied, I go outside.

“Hey so and so! You’ve got a raise!” (insert sound of cars going by.)

It really sucks and yes I’m bitching about it because it’s tough to do my job in a cube next to my team. I have to respond in riddles when the boss calls.

For more than the most part, the current occupant of said office sits in there and reads the damn paper. Drinks his coffee and passes out the mail. Making sure to rub it in to me by throwing lots more mail (that doesn’t even belong to me) on my already crowded cube. He doesn’t need that office. He can do that shit on his own time…on his couch.

How to get anything done: Lie

I am a very upfront, and highly honest person. Maybe a bit too honest. I’ve said that before here at my blog but now I see that I have been wrong all along.

I recently spilled a glass of my breakfast Odwalla B-Monster smoothie all over my work laptop computer…and it wasn’t closed. At least the computer itself wasn’t effected but the keyboard no longer types the letters “U, Y, G, V and J.” I kind of need those letters. Well when I called IT, they basically told me in a very quaint and polite way.

“Just turn the laptop over in a towel. Everything will be OK. Contact your manager.”

Basically I needed to call my boss to see about replacing the whole thing as it was clear that the help desk didn’t offer an alternative other than make a hope, wish and a prayer.  I am quite sure that all I need is a new keyboard because luckily the actual computer works fine in my work docking station. I just can’t use it at home. When I told my boss, he was like “We’ll get it replaced.” But when I told him that I told the IT department that I spilt the smoothie he said, “You really are too honest, Jenice.” Is this a bad trait to have. Geez. I thought that was endearing in a person.

I guess some would call what I did too much disclosure. I probably should have just not told the whole story. But that just seems too unethical and of all the questionable things I am guilty of, being unethical is one thing I don’t want my name attached. So I told it like it was. I shall call it “Smoothie-gate.”

 

Well, all was fine for a while. The crud dried and the keys seemed to work for like 30 minutes and then it was no use. I was contacted this week about getting things sorted (not exactly sure how) but I just got this email from the tech handling my case.

 Just found out that the Dispatch was canceled for being honest about the reason for replacing the keyboard.

So when I emailed him back I said:

So if I had lied then I would have had this expedited better? Good to know that lying is the best policy these days. (INSERT SARCASTIC SMILEY FACE HERE.)

He said I had a point. However the the moral of the story is that when the B-Monster hit my keyboard, and I made the call, I should have said it just stopped working. I should have lied my ass off (or what many people call “not telling the whole truth/story”) and I would have a laptop with keys that work right now.  And as it turns out, the tech is going to find a way to help me so maybe being too honest still works out in the end. But really, lying is the best policy when it comes to getting things done.

Vegas baby.

It’s been a long time coming. The day I actually have a WEEK of vacation in which I plan to spend at LEAST four days away from my laptop. FOUR DAYS away from email. FOUR DAYS away from, yes, even blogging. Though I’ve been slacking anyway, so nothing different there. But this time vacation will mean that I only plan on doing any kind of work only AFTER I come back to town. I am realistic enough to know that I’m probably going to have to work Sunday or Monday but by then I could care less. Why? Because I’m going to Vegas — finally.

I hope to come back with photos to share here. Wish me that sweet Lady Luck. Maybe I’ll even win some money. I doubt it but I can dream. Don’t expect me ’round these parts anytime soon. It’s time to unplug.

Third date comedy…

For all the yuck in the world (especially life’s wonderful ways to constantly go in the direction you didn’t want), sometimes karma rewards you with something good…(but never without complications).

My latest video of my Eligible Editor series features the guy I’m currently seeing and since it is kind of a silver bullet to a relationship to get into too much detail on a blog, this video is as personal I will get from now on unless something really crazy funny comes up during this interesting courtship. Then that’s another story…

Video: Who hasn’t had a bad prom?

I know I have. If you want to read more about it, go here. But because my job is pretty cool (I have my moments), I got to go get my groove on and still call it work. Please forgive any darkness in the video, we aren’t really at a point of super fancy lighting yet. Ah, maybe one day…

Click the pic

http://www.neighborsgo.com/video/652

Dallas Obama rally: Close but yet so far…

Damn line…When I heard that Barack Obama was coming to Dallas today, I naively thought, “Eh. We’ll get in.” He was supposed to speak at noon. I drove to our main office, walking distance from Reunion Arena, and strolled in about 11. Boy, that was stupid. By the time we got there, we were in a major line. Not just any line. A line that could wrap around a football field — three times, easy.

Reunion Arena, I’m told, holds 16,000 however 17,000 were allowed in. After tons of patience I almost never have, some cutting in line and determination, we were eventually seconds away from the doors and got turned away.

Douche

Some douchey guy with Obama’s team gave us the bad news that he would not be giving another speech outside, as was told to everyone in line prior to his first speech. Obama was already 10 minutes into is monologue when we all started yelling our objections to feeling a little shafted. Come to find out from our camp that some people came to Reunion at 4 a.m.!!!

I admit that I was pretty surprised to see that many diverse, concerned, and well, hell — that many people in DALLAS who even gave a damn. Superfical, always-having-its-mind-on-other-things-like-bottle-service-bars Dallas. I feel like a schmuck. I guess I can say I was there. But I didn’t hear crap.

The really sad part of the whole thing is — actually two sad things:

We had our badges which clearly state who we work for. However all of us didn’t really get ballsy enough to push completely ahead and walk right in with them. Security was kind of tight.

And second, Reunion Arena is so ghetto and broke down that the outside speakers weren’t hooked up for us to hear the speech from outside.

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