#paychecking

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I plan to apply for another job, deadline Monday, but dragging my feet to get the cover letter revised and cv tweaked. Like, this country’s a few months from flinging itself off a cliff, which sorta cooled my ardour to jump into a new situation, and current job has mostly devolved to ordinary workaday irritation, soooooooooo…

Except this month, I’ll officially be in the top pay band for my level, and with new manager who’s quite touchy about potential challenges to authority, no chance to stretch myself and earn a bonus again. And along that line…while I was stressed as hell before, now I’m too often booooored. At least, when I’m not diplomatically batting away orders like “compiling several reports into one spreadsheet is too time-consuming; before summer’s over, you build in excel a linked database to be used by 80 people, up to 10 of them simultaneously, to enter confidential student data none of the others are allowed to see.”

So…like…I should at least apply for this next-step job. Just so I don’t forget I’m not staying here forever.

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uuuuuuuugh the GDPR team sent a mass email at 4pm today: “Here’s every major data management and archiving policy change y’all need to be compliant with starting at 9am tomorrow.”

Doesn’t help that it capped off a day of teammates’ insistent: “I don’t understand basic MS Office functionality or goggling ‘how to...’!”

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Someone not only ate my lunch but put the dirty tupperware back in the break room fridge WHO DOES THAT

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Today's work jam.

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Me @ co-workers whining they only went to Spain, or Cyprus, again.

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tl;dr: Oh right, this was about waffles...

So, I generally don’t blog much about work partly due to a vague fear of self-doxxing, mostly because I suspect most of my work stories’d come down to, Well, I guess you’ve got to know Becky; if you knew Becky, you’d know how funny that was. But...like...

We were chatting about unhealthy favorite foods, and the manager says her weakness is waffles, continuing with, “In fact...”

And then spent five minutes sketching a marital hellscape in which she’s often left alone with the baby while her husband goes out drinking, except he’s the kind of drinker who’s banned in several bars and jumps out of cabs his friends have put him in and loses phones and doesn’t come home for literally days, so she has to register a missing person report with the police out of fear he’s literally killed himself...with a soupcon of drunken vicious arguments when he does return home, which he does not remember due to blackouts.

“Um, so he’s got a pretty bad drinking problem, then?”

“No, he just likes a drink. Oh, so last weekend, he promised to come home before morning, but then he didn’t, like we both knew would happen, but when he did, eventually, he brought me a breakfast sandwich as a peace offering. Which was kind of like a waffle!”

And I’m like, “Oh, right, this was about waffles. Huh.”

Wild ride, first office conversation of the morning.

Also...like...that’s a situation I’m rather worried about now.

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It's literally 93 degrees and the highest ranking person in my office keeps turning off the AC.