Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Divorcees or Supervisors

So a few weeks ago I was set to go the Dentist (insert Jaws theme music), I had let my supervisor know about the appointment on the Friday prior and was discussing it with the other supervisor in our group, as I was (am) having an issue with a tooth. My supervisor came over, and I reminded him of the appointment time.

5 min later I get a scheduled meeting invitation smack in the middle of my appointment time. I was slightly annoyed because they both knew what time my appointment was, and I obviously couldn't make this meeting.

That afternoon my supervisor tells me about what happened, saying that it was really too bad I couldn't be at the meeting (well then don't schedule it when you know I have an appointment that you knew about! <insert annoyed explicative of your choice>) and tells me I will be helping out the other supervisor with creating/maintaining a contact list for a large external meeting (exciting stuff) for a meeting in February and it can wait awhile. I was like ok, sure, no problem.

However when I got the files I needed to create this list, my supervisor tells me that it is not a priority and that I have to continue working on the manual. I just shrugged, as he's the supervisor and no sweat of my back what I'm working on when really.

The girl supervisor (mine is a guy) asks me if I got all the information I needed, and I told her I had and would work on it when I was finished what I had that day. However my supervisor again changed what I was lined up to do next, so the contact list was pushed yet again.

Next thing I know, last Tuesday, the girl supervisor is at my desk, telling me to no longer worry about the contact list, she's going to have to create it. I thought this slightly odd... but said ok, no problem.

She then goes into a rant about how my supervisor had changed my priorities on me and that now she was going to have to do my work to get hers done on time as she has a deadline (first I'd heard of it). She also complained that she didn't know what his issue was, as he offered me to help out and then pulls me from the project and doesn't even tell her. Tells me she isn't mad at me (ok, thanks??), but is really mad at him, and questioning why he's behaving this way... I had no answers for her.

Then on that same Friday my supervisor meets with me over our upcoming work, and tells me that he spoke with the girl supervisor. He was like, I told her awhile ago that he pulled me from the project (not from what she said) and he didn't understand why she was so mad anyway. As he didn't think that it was a big deal if she pushed her deadline a week until my other stuff was done and I could help her. Said for me not to worry because he told her it was his decision and he took the heat on it (um, good??). Then ranted about how she was behaving lately and how he didn't understand what was going on with her.

Obviously neither supervisor knows that the other is talking to me about them... I just shook my head when I got back to my desk as it felt like I was a kid stuck in a tug of war with two divorced parents, instead of an employee at work.

All this drama over something that would maybe take an hour of my time.

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Return

I've been offline in regards to blogging for a number of weeks now. It's not that I haven't had blog-worthy news, in fact look for Wrong Number, Divorcees or Supervisors, Me Vs the Dentist (take 3) to be arriving soon.

Fact of the matter is by the time I actually remember to blog, it's bedtime and I'm too tired to log in, trying to organize my thoughts in the typical sarcastic humour in which I deal with most things in life (I like to think I channel Statler and Waldorf on my good days).

So tomorrow night I will be making an effort to actually sit down, ignore Facebook, Twitter, Skype, MSN and Sims 3 in an effort to actually get some words down in the world of BlogSpot, so that some insomniac who is wistfully wishing for images of baa sheep leaping over fences, can have something to stave of complete boredom.

On a cool note my iPhone read the tomorrow night as a possible event and asked if I wanted to creat an event.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Me vs the Dentist

Sadly I had to go to the dentist today, as last week something was feeling slightly off.

I discovered quickly that I still hate dentists and I'm fairly certain now they are spawns of Satan.

The day started off badly, my head was aching, my boyfriend was leaving and I didn't sleep well. Really that was enough to make my Monday crappy as it was. Add a morning Dental appointment and it's a mini version of hell for me.

To make it a little less painful, I packed my Kobo with me, so at least I had a book I could retreat too. But as I got in my car, I had an odd experience (not related to the blog, but part of the day). This older man (definition of older meaning grey hair) a couple cars over crossing in the lot, looks at me and mouths, "Hello there" to me and kept walking. I had never met him before. I spent part of the drive trying remember that odd encounter for the blog. - Because really what stranger says that in a parking lot? I am young enough to be his daughter, blech.

Once I got to the dentists, I then had to fill out a questionnaire so detailed that I'm sure my Ex after 7 years couldn't answer all of those about me. I finally handed in the paper, gave a rave review on the Kobo and it's capabilities, before I got a moment to dash off in to the world of Kinsey Millhone briefly before be called back into The Chair.

To start off, there was no obvious place to hang my coat, so I left it on and I was not asked to remove it. Which made it a little awkward for me as it's somewhat bulky being that it's been rather cool out recently. However the hygienist just went about draping me for photo shoot over the bulk. I meanwhile was thankful for Secret's extra protection as I was putting it through a true test being trapped in that coat!

After my first photo shoot, I was brought to a stand up booth, strapped into a lead frock, told to remove my sleeper hoop earrings (those still are not back in) and my glasses. So in the cramped confines I got my earrings out, then zipped them into a sleeve pocket on my coat so I wouldn't lose them (not able to put them back in without a mirror), then settle my Kobo and wallet on the ground, as there was no place else to put it (was not offered a spot somewhere for my belongings).

Once I was done with the photos, the Dentist finally showed. He asked if there was any particularly troubling spots, I mentioned what was going on, he then takes his little mirror and the pokey then and starts poking in my mouth, and asks, "How are you doing today?" I was thinking, "Really? We are going to play this game? Seriously?" I think he realized I was slightly annoyed (I do give a really good "you're a moron look") as he removed his hands long enough for me to respond, "Just dandy, love being here." - Yes, for those that don't know, that was sarcasm.

He then went through all other spots in my mouth first, listing off random numbers and letters. I was waiting for someone to yell, "I Sank Your Battleship!" when finally goes to the tooth that is bothering me and whacks on it a few times with a metal pole of some kind, then asked if it hurts. -  What do you think ?? Moron.

Finally he tells me we are going to go through my Xrays together. He proceeds then to look at the Xrays, and point at them with his lasers while not saying anything, I almost yelled out "Bicuspid" at one point just to break the silence. 

He then hands me a mirror and tells me he wants to show me something. Flips me back and has me open up wide. Well I can see jack sh-t with the mirror, and my "you're a moron" look returned. For some reason he seemed somewhat crestfallen that I was unable to see him tapping once again on the bothersome tooth.

Then he gets all excited to run off to get the Oral Cancer Screening light. Tells me not too worry, but he wants to check out a couple spots... uh. Ok? If my palms were not already sweaty from the jacket, it would have been spontaneous clammy hands. So I get this light the size of large pill bottle type stuck in my mouth, he looks all over then goes back to my right side 3 times... palms are now almost dripping on the floor, the silence is deafening. He then says ok, I'll be right back and disappears. I almost fell out the chair to see where he was going (luckily the bulk of the coat hooked the arm and kept me in).

On his return he was like, ok here's the situation with your tooth, you've fractured the root, and even though I do root canals, I'm not confident I can deal with this. So you will have to see a specialist. Two things popped in to my head at that, first was OMG $$$$$$ and how does a dentist get more specialized??

He then hands me back the mirror so he can tap one more time at the tooth and pick at the gum to tell me the issues. If it wasn't 7 years bad luck to break a mirror, I might have used it on his head. Because if he can't fix it, then don't touch it!!!

He then hustles me back out to the front desk, tells the lady with the sometimes British Accent (think Ross off Friends) to set me up with a consult. Meanwhile, I'm like, "Hey! Wait!! What about the cancer???! Was it negative or positive??" He was like, oh, Negative of course. - Of Course? Sorry dude, silence was not acceptable assurance about that being Negative.

So after this glowing exam, I left with a pounding left side of the face, including ear, nose and eye and an 11 day wait to see a specialist who needs me to pay for all his Xmas shopping I'm sure. *sigh* I hate dentists.

Monday, November 7, 2011


Well the iPhone hasn't yet improved my blogging, it's actually taken away time from it, by playing time wasting Apps. Sims3 is a-calling!!