2003-11-13

2003-11-13 - 4:42 p.m.

Inner dialogue:

Shuddup, inner self. Just.Shut.the.Fuck.Up.

Aren't I annoying when I talk to myself?

How many people are in this brain, anyway?

SEE? THIS is what happens when I'm someone's administrative assistant!! The few brain cells that hadn't been fried by college bong hits and Goldschlager afternoons are now toast!

2003-11-13 - 4:20 p.m.

Okay, that's IT. I'm going home to deal with my bad day in true chick fashion.

That's right, with fattening food and Mr. Buzzy.

Right after I stop for ice cream and batteries, that is.

Don't forget to check out the recipes over at the Muse, damnit. Those were a lot of work!

2003-11-13 - 2:03 p.m.

Spoon on dating. Go. Read. Wipe your monitor clean of coffee, juice, PowerAde spiked with 151, whatever you were drinking in the office. I'll be here when you get back.

It's indicative of how jacked-up my office is that when my supervisor (known around here as Boss #2) started medial leave this week, I was left being the executive assistant to Boss #1. Why is this jacked? Because normally my duties are about three levels above assistant. I write database code. I'm in the middle of recruiting two new employees. I analyze and write policy for senior managers. Coordinating Boss #1's calendar ain't my cup of tea, knowwhatI'msaying? It's been three work days and already I've had to fight the temptation to beat her severely with a 3" chunky suede mule. God, it would feel so good...

Day 1: "Kaetchen, could you retype these letters? I was supposed to sign them on November 3rd, but I forgot. Oh, and you should probably make sure that the Vice Provost gets his two years of back pay."

Day 2: "Kaetchen, I received this invitation at my old home address. Could you call this list of people that I forgot to notify and give them my new addy?" Right. 'Cause I'm your wife.

Day 3: "Kaetchen, didn't you know that the November 18 meeting is cancelled? Oh, tee-hee, I didn't copy you on the email. Too bad you just mailed the 35 most important people on campus asking them why they haven't submitted agenda items. Tee-hee."

I'm not sure what's worse: how degrading the work is - I mean, why is it my problem that somebody doesn't have her updated home address?? - or the fact that I can't stand her. She questions everything I do. If I mail a fucking letter, I have to *tell her* that I did it. Now, the people who hired me seem to trust me just fine. But not Boss #1. No, no.

I really, really hate this job. Today in a meeting it was confirmed that if I stay where I am, I'll have to take on twice as much responsibility for no more pay. My other option is to sell my soul to Boss #1 and become her permanent personal assistant.

I may cry. Why did I take the internship? Why did I go through all those boring classes? Why did I teach myself how to fix their databases? It is so pointless. I'm still screwed!

2003-11-13 - 1:51 p.m.

There are lots of updates over at The Munching Muse, including the recipe for braised rabbit from last weekend. Enjoy, everybody.

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