Asking for a friend

14 Jun

Let me throw a scenario out there and you tell me your thoughts.

So I have this friend who has a boyfriend she’s been seeing for a few months.  Let’s call him Mister the Bread.  Typically when she and Mister the Bread hang out, they have multi-day dates.  Every other weekend.  This weekend he’s supposed to visit her, however, as it turns out he has some chest infection.  He’s been sick for a few weeks.  The conversations the last week have basically been about how he’s sleepy and is going to go and take a nap or what he should watch on TV while he lays in bed.  She’s annoyed.  They decide to postpone the visit and see how he feels tomorrow.  He wakes up from his nap and calls her.  He happens to mention he now has his kids tomorrow night which means he’s not going to visit her at all.  He says his medicine has kicked in and he’s getting sleepy again.  Because he has taken medicine with codeine, which he doesn’t need, just before he called her.  She tells him to go and take a nap.

Her plans for the evening are now wide open.

And let’s say this friend has kept in touch with someone she boned.  We’ll call him #3.  Their “relationship” transitioned easily into friendship and all of the insanely spicy messages they used to send each other were immediately stopped when she started seeing Mister the Bread.  Anyway, he takes himself out to movie dates all the time.  Learning they’re both free this evening they decide they’re going to meet up at the movie theater to see an action film.  Platonic date – everyone pays for themselves, no touching.  There’s no romancing.  She’s not even going to wear mascara or dress like she’s on a date, she’ll frump it up a bit.  This seems like a totally awesome idea, right?

On a scale of 1 to bad idea, how do you rate this scenario?

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(Work) Wedding Bells

30 May

Everybody, I have an exciting announcement: yours truly is getting married!!  That’s right!  For the first time in about 3 years I’m going to have myself a work husband.  So excited!!

There’s something so special about the relationship between work spouses.  There’s a fine balance between friendship, intimacy (in a mostly non-sexual way), and professionalism (kind of).  Your work spouse is the one who you know can keep a secret, who you give pep talks to when they’re feeling blue and who’ll do the same for you, the one who you trouble shoot with, and celebrate with when one of you has a win.  They’re the ones you have secret exchanges with in meetings.  Kind of like a work bestie – only with way more flirting.

In the past I had Disney and I had Folgers.  I even had a boss with dreamy blue eyes who I was promoted above and then I made him sit next to me and we would distract each other from work for ages and now when I see him I want to climb in his lap and tell him to hold me.  Actually, I wanted to do those things when we worked together.  Alas, he was married.  He still is.  God damn it.

My new work husband, or maybe he’s a secret work husband since he doesn’t know about it yet, has just been hired.  He wears pin striped suits with suspenders.  He is funny and charming.  He is sharp.  We’re going to hit it off and soon we’ll be off at lunch excluding the other leader who has a shitty attitude about life.  I can’t even wait!

He reminds me of Monsieur le Baguette a little bit.  Only a bit more conservative and with dimples.

A real life boyfriend and a real life secret work husband.  Both with dreamy eyes and charming personalities.  What could possibly go wrong?

Life is good, my friends.

Don’t cry for me, Argentina

29 May

Aw, the joys of coming back to work from a 3 day weekend.  Have you ever noticed there’s still 5 days of work that has to get done and you end up cramming it into 4?  Or is that just me?  Listen, don’t get me wrong, I’d totally take the long weekend over having to sit in my cell office with horrible lighting.

This afternoon I had a one on one with one of my direct reports.  She proceeded to tell me how overwhelmed she was by all of the work she had to do.  Maybe I’m crazy, but 3 projects really isn’t that big of a workload.  Her pace is about as fast as a snail’s and she was used to being able to get away with that until I came around.  I’ve got some expectations on pace: get your shit done.  Stop shopping on line and talking to your friends all of the time and do your god damned job.

She burst into tears in my office while she cried about how she had so much to do at work and at home and she wasn’t getting down time.  I handed her a box of tissues and controlled my eye rolling as best as I could.  On the inside I was shouting, “stop crying and do your work.”  On the outside I just blinked and nodded.

This work is not that hard.  Really, it’s not.  And if you’ve been sitting on something for 2 weeks because you don’t know how to do it and the deadline is coming – guess what?  I’m not going to move the deadline.  That shit is on you to figure it out or ask question.  Ignoring something isn’t going to go away.  It’s like an STD, you can’t wish crabs away.  You also can’t wish your work or deadlines away.

So put on your big girl skirt, stop crying, and get shit done.

Blooming or wilting

25 May

“Are you getting bored yet,” my mom asked a few weeks ago when I was telling her about Monsieur le Baguette.  “What are you talking about?” I asked.  “You always get bored with them.”

Do I?  Do I do that?

Maybe I do.

Am I bored now?  I don’t know.  Maybe?  Maybe I think I am but I’m not and I’m just insecure because he loves 90 minutes away and we see each other every other week and we talk on the phone every night and text all the time but the last few days seem a little off to me for some reason but I don’t know if it’s me or him or if I’m making up a story in my head and I’m thinking I’m not into it when I don’t hear from him but then we’re fine when I do and then I get irritated when he tells me he’s going to bed and his friend ends up showing up and he drinks with him for hours on end and ends up hungover the next day.

He sent me 2 dozen red roses yesterday.

And when I don’t hear from him I question whether/not he likes me.  Um, did I mention he sent me 2 dozen red roses yesterday?

When we’re on the phone sometimes we struggle (in my mind) to find things to talk about.  We share stories from the past, and what we’re doing now and will talk about he future but then I think maybe he’s not smart enough and we don’t have anything in common and I’m looking for a reason for this not to work so I can find an excuse to get out and not have to put in any effort and preserve any heartbreak that might come my way.

Yesterday I told him I might start looking for a new job, he asked if I would be moving to live in his city.

No, no I will not.  Because we’re 2 months in, his kids don’t know enough about me, and I’m not uprooting my life so it’s easier between us.  Too soon.  WAY too soon.  In August he’s taking his kids on a trip and will be gone for 6 weeks.  That’s a long ass time.  We struggle to make it through the 10 days we don’t see each other – what will 6 weeks do.

I have a feeling that’s about the time I might start to get bored.  But I won’t really be bored I’ll just be insecure because I won’t know if he really likes me or not.  Because does he?

Did I mention he sent me 2 dozen red roses yesterday and he asked if I was moving closer to him?

 

Learn and grow

17 May

Many years ago, when I was a tiny fetus, I made the decision to pursue a job in HR.  I was attracted to the glamour and the incredible pay.  Oh wait, wrong field.  When asked why HR, I’ll tell people I really enjoy helping others and want to serve as a resource.  That I’m invested in their professional growth and I’m intrigued by the team dynamics in an organization. LOLZ!  No, but really, one of the greatest things about working in HR is all the juicy gossip you get to hear.  There are some jacked up things people decide to do at work.  Some are legitimately bad and/or illegal, and some leave you wondering why people are so dumb.

Whatever the stories are, I always enjoy them.  Even when they’re a bit cringe worthy.  My favorite part about all of this is I’m never the one who has to discipline any of the employees because I don’t do employee relations.  If someone comes to me, I merely refer them to the appropriate party.  And then I spend time talking to the people in employee relations so I can get the scoop.

I’ve got some favorites which have remained with me over the years:

  • There were the two new hires who were fired because they were caught in a supply closet, both had their pants around their ankles.
  • Then there’s the story of how someone walked into a dark training room only to find his married trainer bent over the front desk while her married direct report nailed her from behind.
  • How about the one time a senior manager called to tell me he’d been at an after work event with his team and one of his direct reports got HAMMERED and then proceeded to proposition him.  She thought she was whispering in his ear, but she was talking at full volume – in front of her entire team.  Oh, and both she and her manager were married.
  • There’s also the staff member who falsified medical documents showing he was having surgery and would need to be out of the office, and then was dumb enough to post Facebook pictures of his cruise to the Bahamas.
  • I love the one about the sales guy who got a sweet promotion and was promptly fired when he turned in his work laptop – the laptop he used to watch porn while he was traveling.
  • Then there’s the story of the woman who repeatedly made out in the work elevator and in a conference room with someone 9 years her junior who had a girlfriend.  Wait.  Shit.  That was me.

Through those stories I’ve learned key lessons such as lock the door if you are going to engage in sexy time at work; don’t get drunk at work functions; if you’re going to proposition your boss at work, make sure your entire team isn’t seated in earshot; fraud is bad; if you’re going to watch porn while you travel for work make sure you use a personal device.  I’ve learned and grown so much.

It’s like this job was made for me – stupid decisions and gossip.  The only thing missing is booze.

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