Your Attitude is Your Altitude

I spent the morning in a meeting. Monday morning. Meeting. All words that individually cause me pain and together make me want to curl up in the fetal position and sob.

Not even quietly sob, but like all out, full on cringe inducing sobbing. Complete with follow up hiccups. And lots of snot.

You love snot, please!

So anyway. Monday morning meeting *shudder*. You may or may not know that the company that I worked for was sold this summer and my department will become obsolete by September. Good and bad news. On the one hand, there is a light at the end of the tunnel no matter what. On the other hand I have never been unemployed and the prospect of that happening (should I be unable to find anything in the meantime) is terrifying. Plus if I got some amazing job what would I blog about? Horrific idea.

Except that I wouldn't work here anymore and honestly, that would be better. I will find something else inane and complain worthy to blog about.

Right, the meeting. Everyone in the department was "encouraged" to attend. I thought it would be a good waste of time- and it was. An hour and 20 minutes of my day gone, just like that. And I didn't even have to do anything! So we all sit in this room and eagerly await news of what this new company's system will look like and "where we fit in the picture".

Basically I fit nowhere, which isn't exactly foundation rocking news. I already knew that. But I guess its good to have it confirmed? In the meantime I had to listen to things like "what do you want to be when you grow up?", "career pathing" and the very best: "your attitude is your altitude".

If I'm understanding that last one correctly (the sky is the limit, its all up to you and all that) then I'm not going to go very far. I'm pretty sure that I have a poor attitude. That was a little discouraging.

Until I remembered that I hate this job, this industry and a lot of the people that I associate with this industry so going further here is really not an option. So I guess it was liberating?

Veronica was listening with rapt attention- she will basically have to demote herself to fit into the new system. Can't imagine that she will have people report to her. I mean, she does a crap job of that now and she didn't even earn the job, she was just appointed it because no one else wanted it. Well, no one else was given the chance to apply because it was a forgone conclusion that she would get it. Point is the people in charge now are noticing that she's useless and I don't think that they are impressed. I could have gone over this with them all months ago and saved everyone the trouble...

Anyway, she was doing her very best impression of a good supervisor, someone with goals and stuff. The best thing that ever happened to her was being plucked out of a drugstore and appointed a job in this department when they started it. She rocks her seniority.

Although- funny story. She took Friday off because she wanted New Year's Eve off but she wasn't allowed because Amy and John and all the other managers have that day off and "someone has to stay here with all of you".

She was really pissed about it. I think its funny. Its not like we're even working a full day. Someone made a mistake and we're all off at 2pm!

So aside from the fact that its Monday (nothing I could do about that (except maybe soldiered on through Friday and taken today off, but then I would have missed that delightful meeting)) and I just had to sit through a meeting about career paths that I won't be taking, and that it snowed last night (I hate snow. I live on the west coast for a reason people. its not even like its a lot, but enough for it to be on the sidewalks, unshoveled, turning into hard packed ice waiting for me to fall on it and crack my head open) things are...ok?

I mean I have to get through the 5 days this week (and at the end of it I get to go see Its A Wonderful Life- I have been promised songs as we were supposed to go see White Christmas but it was sold out. Because its better than Its A Wonderful Life. Suicide and Christmas? No thanks. Musical numbers and Christmas? yes please!) and then I have to get through only 2.5 days next week and then I don't have to be back in this miserable box until the 30th. And that's pretty alright.

I will, of course, miss all of you. But I will drink to your health. All day.