Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Such a busy non-summer it’s been! Most of it has been just brilliant.
I graduated my Web Design course – finishing with a final grade of 100% - after of course the Administrator corrected his typing error that initially gave me 97%. He blamed the mistake on others. I personally think he did it on purpose out of spite (I didn’t exactly make his life easy) – he probably didn’t count on me asking for specifics on how or why I was marked so low in the Flash section of the course. So when I did confront him, he blamed the instructor. When I copied the instructor on the communications and demanded an explanation for the mark and asked what part of the lessons I failed to get, my instructor assured me he’d marked me 100% across the board. The Administrator responded shortly after blaming another faculty member of the same first name as my instructor for the mistake. I don't buy it, but don't really care (I don't have to work with him), so long as my mark is corrected. My transcripts were corrected – not without fight of course.
Can’t really get much higher than 100%, though I’m not sure it’s fully deserved seeing how two sections of the course were taught by incompetent people and I honestly can’t say what I learned during those sections from the school. It really isn’t much of a school, but more a cash cow for the business owner. There’s no other reputable technology specific learning centre on the island – which means Q College can afford to financially rape students with half-assed courses taught by non-teachers. Out of an 11 week course that cost $7056.00 (inc. taxes), my entire class is asking for some sort of compensation for at least 3 weeks that were wasted by the school with crappy instructors with crappy instruction – it says a lot really when you’re taking about $641.45 a week. I did however learn a hell of a lot on my own taking online tutorials to cover the sections we were supposed to be learning in class. I’m still waiting on Q College’s promised reimbursement (either in cash or in lesson re-takes with qualified instructors). I highly doubt we’ll ever see it. To my knowledge, none of the other students have heard anything either.
Life goes on, and this almost-summer has had way more ups than downs...
I finally got to meet my sister Renee, and my nephews Brandon and Aiden. It’s almost scary how similarly Renee and I seem to be built:
We’re both the same height, same shoe size...
She is fantastic. My nephews are fantastic. And my biological father had enough respect for what I feel for him to keep his distance – I didn’t even have to look him in the eye. They came and left so quickly, it breaks my hear t to know I have such good family so far away… But at least I have them now.
Lars has left to Snowlake to take care of a Tree Falling contract for his father. He’ll be returning with his dad, and hopefully an excavator just as soon as the job’s done – however long that takes a few weeks or so. Crappy time of year for him to be in Manitoba. I hear there’s bugs. It’s weird to not have him in the house – not right. That’s something to think about next time I tell him I want him to leave out of anger. It’s not nice not having him here. We’ve had our ups and downs recently, but most of all, we’ll pulled through and we’re happy – still madly in love. He’ll be back soon, and next week I’m up and leaving to Squamish again for work…
Ahh, time for bed. My. Big. New. Empty. Bed. I miss Lars.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I forgot to set the timer on the TV last night, so I woke up this morning to the sound of a really annoying pro-HST commercial. Here:
Stickman: HST and PST+GST Rally from HSTinBC on Vimeo.
What annoys me most about this is how stupid our government thinks we are, and how so many of us are bound to prove them right with this upcoming election. We’ll do this by voting to keep the HST either because we sincerely believe that the 10% HST promised to us in 3 years time (like the government never breaks its promises) really is cheaper on us, or we’re greedy business owners who will now get a higher tax credit at the cost of our very own customers, or simply because the confusing way in which this election is being worded.
Vote YES to get rid of the HST and go back to the GST & PST.
Vote NO to keep the HST at 12% with a promise of lowering it to 10% in 3 years time, which still applies to more products and services than the GST & PST ever did.
What this commercial fails to tell you is that HST applies to up to 60% more services and products than GST or PST alone and is also applied to purchases that had no tax at all in the past.
The big financial benefits for HST in BC go to big and moderate sized companies who get to write off their HST and get a bigger tax back credit at their year-ends. How many average sized families in BC, do you figure get to write off their expenses in order to get tax back each year? There are slight benefits of HST that go to Accountants and Bookkeepers as having one tax over two simplifies their job and gives them the satisfaction of telling their clients about the large tax refund they should expect each year.
We all predicted the Canucks were going to win the Stanley Cup this year too…
Personally, I come from a family on entrepreneurs and small business owners. I’m hoping to venture into my own business at this very moment. I’m still voting YES to scrap the HST this year, because I don’t want to personally benefit at the cost of my society or my clients. Under the old GST & PST system, you’d only have to pay 5% GST tax on most* of my web designing services. With HST, you get to pay 12% on everything now and maybe in 3 years that will be lowered to 10% (still double what voting YES, will cost you)! My write-offs and my end of year tax back cheques may be smaller, but it’s a small price to pay to help lessen our societies tendency to help the rich get richer while the poor are pushed deeper into poverty. It’s a small price for me to pay to discourage more big business from inhabiting our society and hopefully encouraging and empowering individuals to become entrepreneurs on their own –the decent, old-fashioned way, with social-conscience.
The pro-HST commercials make me nauseous. It doesn’t take a genius to know the reality of the decision our society has to make here – and our government clearly thinks far less of our intelligence levels than that. Help us prove them wrong!
*The only web designing services that must charge both GST and PST are those that include executable compute program within the site.
What annoys me most about this is how stupid our government thinks we are, and how so many of us are bound to prove them right with this upcoming election. We’ll do this by voting to keep the HST either because we sincerely believe that the 10% HST promised to us in 3 years time (like the government never breaks its promises) really is cheaper on us, or we’re greedy business owners who will now get a higher tax credit at the cost of our very own customers, or simply because the confusing way in which this election is being worded.
Vote YES to get rid of the HST and go back to the GST & PST.
Vote NO to keep the HST at 12% with a promise of lowering it to 10% in 3 years time, which still applies to more products and services than the GST & PST ever did.
What this commercial fails to tell you is that HST applies to up to 60% more services and products than GST or PST alone and is also applied to purchases that had no tax at all in the past.
The big financial benefits for HST in BC go to big and moderate sized companies who get to write off their HST and get a bigger tax back credit at their year-ends. How many average sized families in BC, do you figure get to write off their expenses in order to get tax back each year? There are slight benefits of HST that go to Accountants and Bookkeepers as having one tax over two simplifies their job and gives them the satisfaction of telling their clients about the large tax refund they should expect each year.
“It’s the one issue that most observers can agree on. The HST is good for most businesses, especially for big and medium businesses. The independent review concluded that consumers this year were paying $1.33-billion more in sales taxes, after rebates and tax breaks, and business is paying $730-million less.The rationalization that the HST promises to help our economy by making it more profitable for business is not factual, but it’s hopeful predictions.
The HST reduces the cost of production and simplifies bookkeeping. With the provincial sales tax, business paid tax on goods and services used in each stage of production, a tax upon the tax. But under the HST, the tax is applied only when the goods are sold, or the services provided, to the consumer.
The HST has been endorsed by several businesses and business organizations, from the Business Council of B.C., which represents companies accounting for 25 per cent of all jobs in the province, to the B.C. Guide Outfitters Association.
Not all businesses benefit. Smaller enterprises and service-based companies that were not previously subject to sales tax take a hit. But many smaller businesses are agile and adjust quickly to changing circumstances. After a year of HST, small businesses may be reluctant to go back to the time-consuming bookkeeping required by the PST. “
“It may take years to find out whether HST provided a boost to the economy.”
”After 2014, the HST may bring in less than the PST. Without an increase in economic growth, the HST would be cutting a big hole in government budgets, roughly $3-billion over the following five years. In other words, the reduction in the HST rate to 10 per cent could make a significant dent in provincial budgets for years. The government would be financially better off by bringing back the provincial sales tax.”Quotes taken from the 4 page Globe and Mail article here.
We all predicted the Canucks were going to win the Stanley Cup this year too…
Personally, I come from a family on entrepreneurs and small business owners. I’m hoping to venture into my own business at this very moment. I’m still voting YES to scrap the HST this year, because I don’t want to personally benefit at the cost of my society or my clients. Under the old GST & PST system, you’d only have to pay 5% GST tax on most* of my web designing services. With HST, you get to pay 12% on everything now and maybe in 3 years that will be lowered to 10% (still double what voting YES, will cost you)! My write-offs and my end of year tax back cheques may be smaller, but it’s a small price to pay to help lessen our societies tendency to help the rich get richer while the poor are pushed deeper into poverty. It’s a small price for me to pay to discourage more big business from inhabiting our society and hopefully encouraging and empowering individuals to become entrepreneurs on their own –the decent, old-fashioned way, with social-conscience.
The pro-HST commercials make me nauseous. It doesn’t take a genius to know the reality of the decision our society has to make here – and our government clearly thinks far less of our intelligence levels than that. Help us prove them wrong!
*The only web designing services that must charge both GST and PST are those that include executable compute program within the site.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
So I woke up this morning and the pain has subsided a little. Normally, I’d assume that’s a sign of healing. But normally, pain reduction wouldn’t be accompanied by bleeding. My ear is bleeding. Add that to being deaf, having a dry cough that keeps me awake at night, and it’s not a pretty picture. I’m not a pretty picture.
We can add guilt to the mix now too.
When I realized I was bleeding, I sent an email to the bosses, letting them know the situation in case I fail to function at my regular standards, somewhat or somehow today. Also knowing the pain has subsided, and that finding someone to cover my shift tonight would be a bitch; I was fully prepared to work through it – despite waking up still feeling miserable, and even a little pissed off over yesterday and still ill.
Now I feel horribly guilty though too. My boss responded pretty-much forbidding me to work tonight, reassuring me that had she known I was feeling that foul yesterday I wouldn’t have worked that shift either. Now, I feel overwhelmingly bad for being so bitter, for half contemplating taking a snowboarding day today, for being such a total bitch.
Why do I have to be such a bitch?
I really am very lucky. I have a job that I love and very understanding bosses. I am contemplating my future with this company, and though I haven’t had a chance to blog about it, that talk I was dreading, did take place and did go very well. When the time is right, I’ll make up my mind about all options and share them here… for now… I just need to remember how truly lucky I am…
Well that... and I need to go to bed.
I’m going to bed.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday of this week was by far the worst workday of my entire professional life. From the moment ‘I got into the office’ (I don’t actually physically go into my office, I remote in from home) until the moment I left it seemed my boss was kicking my ass. Add to that multiple technical issues and system malfunctions and the day chopped up to pure hell. The rest of this week has followed the same suit. My stress levels are through the roof and it seems in my history with this company, they get that way once or twice a year. Stress is causing me to be careless, to miss the obvious and to offer below-personal-standard results to any task. I am making way too many mistakes and right now and as a result of which I do not feel as though I’m any good at what I do. Feeling like this, only encourages more mistakes and negativity, and it’s a viscous cycle…
Now I’m not a big, ’follow-the-signs’ type person, but I can’t help but think these are the signs I should be listening to when it comes to making a decision about going back to school. In fact, I can’t help but think I’ve made up my mind and if it’s at all possible, I’m going. Now, to get my academic records from Dubai is where the problem is…
Despite all the bad that seems to be, there’s a been a lot of good as well… Last night while at work Lars came into my home office and handed me a card, signed by the dog. All it said inside was, “You have to go pee.” Call it coincidence, or call it whatever you will, but it was time for a bathroom break and coffee refill. I punched out of rotation and made my way to the bathroom, stopping for a long hug along the way. In his arms, he turned my face towards the door and my new elliptical. I shrieked with pure joy.
This man stops at nothing to please me. He has moments of stubborn arrogance and ego, but so do I. And knowing that, I do believe I’m the luckiest girl on earth with the man who was built just for me.
Now I’m not a big, ’follow-the-signs’ type person, but I can’t help but think these are the signs I should be listening to when it comes to making a decision about going back to school. In fact, I can’t help but think I’ve made up my mind and if it’s at all possible, I’m going. Now, to get my academic records from Dubai is where the problem is…
Despite all the bad that seems to be, there’s a been a lot of good as well… Last night while at work Lars came into my home office and handed me a card, signed by the dog. All it said inside was, “You have to go pee.” Call it coincidence, or call it whatever you will, but it was time for a bathroom break and coffee refill. I punched out of rotation and made my way to the bathroom, stopping for a long hug along the way. In his arms, he turned my face towards the door and my new elliptical. I shrieked with pure joy.
This man stops at nothing to please me. He has moments of stubborn arrogance and ego, but so do I. And knowing that, I do believe I’m the luckiest girl on earth with the man who was built just for me.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
…you want him to pay your rent, you can go fuck yourself. Here’s a little reminder as to why:
FAIL!!!
WIN!!!
And yes… I encourage bad behaviour when it’s directed at the deserving. You are deserving.
~*~
We’ve been so busy over the last little while; I’ve hardly had time to keep up with Facebook, blogging or anything else online it seems. And so very much has happened… Starting with the least entertaining, that poisonous bitch’s landlord was calling around the 1st; on two of my house phone numbers and also Lars’s cell. Apparently, the low-rent (muwahahaha, I love using her words to accurately describe her) cyber-whoring, dog-thieving, cunt ex of his told the landlord Lars would be paying her rent in full this month. In realty, everyone knows she’s simply trying to skip out on paying her last month’s rent, like the low-life, Canadian-welfare abusing, half American scumbag she is. Go back to the States already, bitch. Our country has spent enough on you. I can think of far better places my tax dollars should go.
Lars quickly put an end to the accusation that he would be responsible, reminding the landlord that he’d already absolved Lars of the lease, and directing him to those pretty little words of hers above “(…) and don’t even worry about coming. Rent will be paid in full. I don’t need you or Lars so blow me, fat whore.”
No wonder her landlord hates her. I find amazing that anyone on earth finds reason not to.
Lars made clear to the landlord that as he mentioned last month and they agreed on even further in the past, he takes no further responsibility for that cunt’s lease, and the landlord can keep his damage deposit for all the inconvenience. I don’t suppose we’ll be hearing from him again, despite her multiple threats – as realistic and scary as the military ones. *brrrrr*, just thinking of the whole Army coming to get me still sends shivers down my spine. But I digress… you can understand the poor landlord’s frustration. Fucking low-life welfare renters like her are exactly what make my father and I go nuts, which brings me smoothly to my next thought…
The renovations of Lars and my suite are coming along well. We’ve done a lot more shopping, a lot more work, some painting and some prepping. Pretty soon, we’ll be putting down the floors and calling in the electricians to make sure my office is fully rigged and secure. Funny the importance of that, when today, I gave official notice to the boss’s daughter (and secondary owner of the company) that I am actively looking for a new job. A few weeks back I decided to look for a secondary job, to bring in supplemental income (there’s this beautiful $500,000, 3.5 acre piece of land here I want to buy when it goes up for sale in a year or two), but now, I’m thinking straight-up replacement position.
I was only given a partial raise as to what I asked for. I’ve now applied for easier jobs where the starting salary is more than I am making here – after two years of service and multiple accomplishments. It breaks my heart to do this, but I have to start thinking more about me than those I love and I do love my job and the company owners and my colleagues, but right now, between the low pay, the stressful unforgiving nature of the job, and the constant stress that seems to be in the office these days, not to mention the direct insults that were swung at me yesterday though perhaps not really meant for me, I’m just about done.
There’s more going on, but I’m tired and my food just arrived.
WIN!!!
And yes… I encourage bad behaviour when it’s directed at the deserving. You are deserving.
We’ve been so busy over the last little while; I’ve hardly had time to keep up with Facebook, blogging or anything else online it seems. And so very much has happened… Starting with the least entertaining, that poisonous bitch’s landlord was calling around the 1st; on two of my house phone numbers and also Lars’s cell. Apparently, the low-rent (muwahahaha, I love using her words to accurately describe her) cyber-whoring, dog-thieving, cunt ex of his told the landlord Lars would be paying her rent in full this month. In realty, everyone knows she’s simply trying to skip out on paying her last month’s rent, like the low-life, Canadian-welfare abusing, half American scumbag she is. Go back to the States already, bitch. Our country has spent enough on you. I can think of far better places my tax dollars should go.
Lars quickly put an end to the accusation that he would be responsible, reminding the landlord that he’d already absolved Lars of the lease, and directing him to those pretty little words of hers above “(…) and don’t even worry about coming. Rent will be paid in full. I don’t need you or Lars so blow me, fat whore.”
No wonder her landlord hates her. I find amazing that anyone on earth finds reason not to.
Lars made clear to the landlord that as he mentioned last month and they agreed on even further in the past, he takes no further responsibility for that cunt’s lease, and the landlord can keep his damage deposit for all the inconvenience. I don’t suppose we’ll be hearing from him again, despite her multiple threats – as realistic and scary as the military ones. *brrrrr*, just thinking of the whole Army coming to get me still sends shivers down my spine. But I digress… you can understand the poor landlord’s frustration. Fucking low-life welfare renters like her are exactly what make my father and I go nuts, which brings me smoothly to my next thought…
The renovations of Lars and my suite are coming along well. We’ve done a lot more shopping, a lot more work, some painting and some prepping. Pretty soon, we’ll be putting down the floors and calling in the electricians to make sure my office is fully rigged and secure. Funny the importance of that, when today, I gave official notice to the boss’s daughter (and secondary owner of the company) that I am actively looking for a new job. A few weeks back I decided to look for a secondary job, to bring in supplemental income (there’s this beautiful $500,000, 3.5 acre piece of land here I want to buy when it goes up for sale in a year or two), but now, I’m thinking straight-up replacement position.
I was only given a partial raise as to what I asked for. I’ve now applied for easier jobs where the starting salary is more than I am making here – after two years of service and multiple accomplishments. It breaks my heart to do this, but I have to start thinking more about me than those I love and I do love my job and the company owners and my colleagues, but right now, between the low pay, the stressful unforgiving nature of the job, and the constant stress that seems to be in the office these days, not to mention the direct insults that were swung at me yesterday though perhaps not really meant for me, I’m just about done.
There’s more going on, but I’m tired and my food just arrived.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
This is the third Canada Day in a row that I’ve been back home. Three years. I don’t want to be anywhere else on earth.
Yesterday was a bit of a ride (in more ways than one). I asked my boss for a much-deserved raise. It’s not something I did with ease; as I sincerely feel she’s like a mother to me, and as such I dislike asking her for anything but rather trust that she will look out for my best interests on her own. I tend to forget that we work together in an office, and despite having such a wonderful friendship, when it comes to work our relationship, it is a professional one.
’Professional…’ I’m so glad I know the definition of that word, and spend a lot of my life acting it out…
I laughed a lot at an online war that took place on my blog. It’s been years since I’ve been drawn into such fun ‘n games. But it was on my blog, and my blog is where I can indulge in whatever whim I please at any given moment, I guess. I felt a lot of pity as well; pity for neglected children and a misguided delusional mother who should have been spayed like any stray dog years before conceiving. I felt pity for the fool of an obvious average intelligence level and an engrossed ego to match an impressive vocabulary, that’s been drawn into her toxic web. If only he saw through my eyes (or anyone else’s), he’d see the laughing stock she’s made of him and his empty threats (or ‘promises’ as he prefers we called them)…
This morning I decided to disable the comments on the post, as I believe Lars and I have wasted enough time on idiocy. And hell, since we already have the US Army after us, we should stop while we're still alive!
For now, I’ll ponder the ludicrous that she is, the spite that she holds on to, the insanity that she finds comfort in, the lies she tells, and the true love that we’ve gained from her loss.
Tonight, Lars and I will celebrate the birthday of this great nation. We’ve planned to pack a picnic and go down to the water, where we’ll listen to the live bands then finally watch the fireworks after the sun goes down.
In celebration of Canada, lets share a giggle:
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Pass me another beer
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Hold my seat while I take a piss
Our prime minister sucks dogshit through his nose
His ex-wife gets brown showers from Mick Jagger
The only reason we live in fucking igloos
Is our government makes a living licking shit holes
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Pass me another welfare check
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Hold my seat while I go out and cash it
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Pass me another Eskimo
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Hold my seat while I fuck her up the ass hole
Yesterday was a bit of a ride (in more ways than one). I asked my boss for a much-deserved raise. It’s not something I did with ease; as I sincerely feel she’s like a mother to me, and as such I dislike asking her for anything but rather trust that she will look out for my best interests on her own. I tend to forget that we work together in an office, and despite having such a wonderful friendship, when it comes to work our relationship, it is a professional one.
’Professional…’ I’m so glad I know the definition of that word, and spend a lot of my life acting it out…
I laughed a lot at an online war that took place on my blog. It’s been years since I’ve been drawn into such fun ‘n games. But it was on my blog, and my blog is where I can indulge in whatever whim I please at any given moment, I guess. I felt a lot of pity as well; pity for neglected children and a misguided delusional mother who should have been spayed like any stray dog years before conceiving. I felt pity for the fool of an obvious average intelligence level and an engrossed ego to match an impressive vocabulary, that’s been drawn into her toxic web. If only he saw through my eyes (or anyone else’s), he’d see the laughing stock she’s made of him and his empty threats (or ‘promises’ as he prefers we called them)…
This morning I decided to disable the comments on the post, as I believe Lars and I have wasted enough time on idiocy. And hell, since we already have the US Army after us, we should stop while we're still alive!
For now, I’ll ponder the ludicrous that she is, the spite that she holds on to, the insanity that she finds comfort in, the lies she tells, and the true love that we’ve gained from her loss.
Tonight, Lars and I will celebrate the birthday of this great nation. We’ve planned to pack a picnic and go down to the water, where we’ll listen to the live bands then finally watch the fireworks after the sun goes down.
In celebration of Canada, lets share a giggle:
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Pass me another beer
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Hold my seat while I take a piss
Our prime minister sucks dogshit through his nose
His ex-wife gets brown showers from Mick Jagger
The only reason we live in fucking igloos
Is our government makes a living licking shit holes
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Pass me another welfare check
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Hold my seat while I go out and cash it
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Pass me another Eskimo
I'm proud to be a Canadian
Hold my seat while I fuck her up the ass hole
Friday, June 11, 2010
I don’t get it…
I won’t go see neither my cat nor my python because my ex’s new girlfriend has moved in with him. Not only do I have no interest in seeing her. I don’t wish to cause him or her any discomfort with my presence.
You had to come out and see me when Lars picked up his stuff. You even had to get up close and get a good look at me. Did it hurt you to see me smile with him, to hear me laugh, to see my tattoo matching his slip out from under my sleeve? Were you comparing yourself to me? Where you wondering what I have that you don’t? The answer is very simple: ’nothing’ to some, and ’everything’ to the person that matters most to me.
I cannot imagine any of those things make you feel good. And you even take it further. You have to know what I’m thinking. You have to read my blog. Day after day, entry after entry… Here you are:
~*~
Why do you care what I have to say, think, or share here? I imagine it must kill you to read of us being happy. Are you reading word for word hoping he and I will fail together? Or are you hoping to learn something from me, from it all? Just what is it you think reading my blog is going to do for you? I am certain of one thing… it certainly isn’t healthy for you.
Do not misunderstand. It really makes no difference to me whether you read or not. It just confuses me that you do and even more so that you do it so persistently...
~*~
Now onto things I do get…
We had a late night last night, but it was totally worth it. I missed a 7am webinar I was scheduled to attend this morning, partially because I slept through it but mostly because I keep getting the days all fucked and didn’t bother to set my alarm. I’m not used to having an actual weekend day off. I’ve had Thursday’s and Friday’s off for the past two years till recently. Suddenly getting a weekend day (Sunday) off, is a treat, but fucking confusing; a shock to the system. Luckily, the 20-minute lecture on common training mistakes wasn’t something I really, REALLY needed to take part in. In fact, my colleague who did make it, assured me I didn’t miss anything at all, really.
I have to stop doing this though.
I’m starting to feel generally worn, slower than usual; like it’s about time I took a vacation or something. I don’t dare take one at this very moment as it feels like I may be requesting a long enough one to go to Dubai soon. Thankfully, my boss understands and when I mentioned felling a lot slower, even duller than usual this afternoon, she sympathized and noted the number of changes I’m going through right now, including weaving a man into my life. I was content single… I love being taken.
As exhausted as I’m starting to feel, I’m exceptionally thankful for my schedule changes. With Lars finally working in the mornings here and me working most nights until 11pm, it felt for a short while like we get little to no quality time together despite sleeping in the same bed each night. With the changes, I get off tonight at 8pm, and then tomorrow night at 6. Then it’s my weekend. It means a few extra hours of playtime for us. Maybe we’ll use tonight’s to go swimming, or for a hike or something…?
I won’t go see neither my cat nor my python because my ex’s new girlfriend has moved in with him. Not only do I have no interest in seeing her. I don’t wish to cause him or her any discomfort with my presence.
You had to come out and see me when Lars picked up his stuff. You even had to get up close and get a good look at me. Did it hurt you to see me smile with him, to hear me laugh, to see my tattoo matching his slip out from under my sleeve? Were you comparing yourself to me? Where you wondering what I have that you don’t? The answer is very simple: ’nothing’ to some, and ’everything’ to the person that matters most to me.
I cannot imagine any of those things make you feel good. And you even take it further. You have to know what I’m thinking. You have to read my blog. Day after day, entry after entry… Here you are:
~*~
Why do you care what I have to say, think, or share here? I imagine it must kill you to read of us being happy. Are you reading word for word hoping he and I will fail together? Or are you hoping to learn something from me, from it all? Just what is it you think reading my blog is going to do for you? I am certain of one thing… it certainly isn’t healthy for you.
Do not misunderstand. It really makes no difference to me whether you read or not. It just confuses me that you do and even more so that you do it so persistently...
~*~
Now onto things I do get…
We had a late night last night, but it was totally worth it. I missed a 7am webinar I was scheduled to attend this morning, partially because I slept through it but mostly because I keep getting the days all fucked and didn’t bother to set my alarm. I’m not used to having an actual weekend day off. I’ve had Thursday’s and Friday’s off for the past two years till recently. Suddenly getting a weekend day (Sunday) off, is a treat, but fucking confusing; a shock to the system. Luckily, the 20-minute lecture on common training mistakes wasn’t something I really, REALLY needed to take part in. In fact, my colleague who did make it, assured me I didn’t miss anything at all, really.
I have to stop doing this though.
I’m starting to feel generally worn, slower than usual; like it’s about time I took a vacation or something. I don’t dare take one at this very moment as it feels like I may be requesting a long enough one to go to Dubai soon. Thankfully, my boss understands and when I mentioned felling a lot slower, even duller than usual this afternoon, she sympathized and noted the number of changes I’m going through right now, including weaving a man into my life. I was content single… I love being taken.
As exhausted as I’m starting to feel, I’m exceptionally thankful for my schedule changes. With Lars finally working in the mornings here and me working most nights until 11pm, it felt for a short while like we get little to no quality time together despite sleeping in the same bed each night. With the changes, I get off tonight at 8pm, and then tomorrow night at 6. Then it’s my weekend. It means a few extra hours of playtime for us. Maybe we’ll use tonight’s to go swimming, or for a hike or something…?
Monday, June 7, 2010
Way too much drinking takes place in Squamish. We got back last night. I’ve been to bed, then up and out and back to bed and I still feel exhausted. There is so very much still left to do around here… And I’ll go pick up Lars this afternoon as well, so there’s little time to do it. Guess he’ll have to help. Finally cleaned out the car, it was a fucking mess, especially after this trip. He picked up some of his things from his ex’s place, including a box full of tools, chains and stuff; she’d left out in the rain and thus was falling apart. Despite his best efforts, the rust from the chains made its way to the interior of my car. That was about at much dirt and grime as I could take.
I suppose I’m way ahead of myself though… For a quick trip, this one was packed.
There was family.
Both mine:
~*~
~*~
And his’:
~*~
There was animal love:
~*~
And even though this bunny peed on me, I love him so!
~*~
There was partying (probably more than there should have been):
(And though I don’t have photos to prove it, there was reggae and even a bon fire in the as well! I was told there are bra photos as well, though I only vaguely remember them being taken of myself and a few girlfriends… I won’t believe it until I see them myself!)
~*~
And of course there was training and time in the office:
Perhaps most importantly of all, there was laughter. Lots of laughter!
All in all, it was a really, REALLY full few days! I missed out on seeing a few people I’d intended to, but since I’m headed back in a few weeks, I’m sure we’ll be able to catch up then.
Lars came out on Saturday, to drive back with me on Sunday. I love the fact that no matter where we are, we can find a way to be together. We had the opportunity to have a hang over breakfast in Squish with my sister, then a great King Crab lunch with his family in Burnaby, and we were back home in our own bed on the island for midnight. Despite being exhausted, it was one of the best days I’ve had in a while.
And about now, I need to go pick him up from work…
I suppose I’m way ahead of myself though… For a quick trip, this one was packed.
Both mine:
~*~
~*~
And his’:
~*~
There was animal love:
~*~
And even though this bunny peed on me, I love him so!
~*~
There was partying (probably more than there should have been):
(And though I don’t have photos to prove it, there was reggae and even a bon fire in the as well! I was told there are bra photos as well, though I only vaguely remember them being taken of myself and a few girlfriends… I won’t believe it until I see them myself!)
~*~
And of course there was training and time in the office:
Perhaps most importantly of all, there was laughter. Lots of laughter!
All in all, it was a really, REALLY full few days! I missed out on seeing a few people I’d intended to, but since I’m headed back in a few weeks, I’m sure we’ll be able to catch up then.
Lars came out on Saturday, to drive back with me on Sunday. I love the fact that no matter where we are, we can find a way to be together. We had the opportunity to have a hang over breakfast in Squish with my sister, then a great King Crab lunch with his family in Burnaby, and we were back home in our own bed on the island for midnight. Despite being exhausted, it was one of the best days I’ve had in a while.
And about now, I need to go pick him up from work…
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
It looks like the month of June is going to kick my ass. And that’s probably a good thing. July following and being the anniversary of both my mother’s birth and death, I’ll probably need the down time.
My father returns on the 1st. My boss wants me in Squamish a month ago. Conversations with her today were almost dramatic, in a good way of course. She offered to pay for one of my trips if I make two out there in June. She offered me her home while she is planned away at the cabin, if I needed a place to stay. And she offered me an advance so I can get my brakes all sorted out before I head there. She’d like me right away (like the 2nd or 3rd) then once again when her daughter goes on vacation the 3rd week of June. I was hoping to make 1 trip, mid month to cover both ends. But there’s training to be done and no one else to do it, and her daughter needs a vacation (and she so truly deserves one!) and no one else to cover, I guess.
I love my job; even on it’s worst days (those are usually days I feel that I don’t get paid enough – which I’m fairly certain, also due to conversations today, will sort itself out soon). But really, when it comes down to it, I wouldn’t trade a larger wage for a lesser place to work. I love my bosses. I love my colleagues. I love what I do. I love my job.
Anyway, between that and a few business endeavours my father and I are looking into and were hoping to start mid-June, not to mention Lars hopefully moving in permanently in June, it’s going to be a busy month to get through. I don’t imagine I’ll have a lot of time for this blog – though I’ll try.
Writing again has been invigorating. I hope not to stop.
My father returns on the 1st. My boss wants me in Squamish a month ago. Conversations with her today were almost dramatic, in a good way of course. She offered to pay for one of my trips if I make two out there in June. She offered me her home while she is planned away at the cabin, if I needed a place to stay. And she offered me an advance so I can get my brakes all sorted out before I head there. She’d like me right away (like the 2nd or 3rd) then once again when her daughter goes on vacation the 3rd week of June. I was hoping to make 1 trip, mid month to cover both ends. But there’s training to be done and no one else to do it, and her daughter needs a vacation (and she so truly deserves one!) and no one else to cover, I guess.
I love my job; even on it’s worst days (those are usually days I feel that I don’t get paid enough – which I’m fairly certain, also due to conversations today, will sort itself out soon). But really, when it comes down to it, I wouldn’t trade a larger wage for a lesser place to work. I love my bosses. I love my colleagues. I love what I do. I love my job.
Anyway, between that and a few business endeavours my father and I are looking into and were hoping to start mid-June, not to mention Lars hopefully moving in permanently in June, it’s going to be a busy month to get through. I don’t imagine I’ll have a lot of time for this blog – though I’ll try.
Writing again has been invigorating. I hope not to stop.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
It’s amazing how much a person’s death can affect your life – even when you’re expecting that death to come. It’s amazing because death is the only certainty we have in life. We should be ready for it. We never, ever are.
It’s been 2 months now. And it feels almost like my life has been on hold this entire time – despite so much happening and so many changes taking place.
I’ve moved out of Squamish, where Squish Gems originated and was meant to serve. I moved back to the island, the help my father and brother with the after-mess of mom’s passing. Each day, feels like a little emotional roller coaster.
Mom’s death has been a burden on us all financially, but it’s also given us insight and opportunity to what we need to be doing as a family and as individuals. All of us are contemplating the types of business we need to be running. We’ve contemplated from a petting zoo; my dad has the perfect bit of land for it, to a second hand store; they were mom’s passion. We’ve solidified little. But then, we’re taking baby steps. We’re still in shock I guess. And we’re still mourning. We’re still battling for my mother’s rights.
Today, I made a section on my store in mom’s honour. I will donate 15% of all profits to a local charity in her name. I will sell the types of things she liked to buy. And I will remember her, and use her strength to help me m
It’s been 2 months now. And it feels almost like my life has been on hold this entire time – despite so much happening and so many changes taking place.
I’ve moved out of Squamish, where Squish Gems originated and was meant to serve. I moved back to the island, the help my father and brother with the after-mess of mom’s passing. Each day, feels like a little emotional roller coaster.
Mom’s death has been a burden on us all financially, but it’s also given us insight and opportunity to what we need to be doing as a family and as individuals. All of us are contemplating the types of business we need to be running. We’ve contemplated from a petting zoo; my dad has the perfect bit of land for it, to a second hand store; they were mom’s passion. We’ve solidified little. But then, we’re taking baby steps. We’re still in shock I guess. And we’re still mourning. We’re still battling for my mother’s rights.
Today, I made a section on my store in mom’s honour. I will donate 15% of all profits to a local charity in her name. I will sell the types of things she liked to buy. And I will remember her, and use her strength to help me m
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Last night while I dreamt I was shot in the head, twice. It didn’t hurt and as far as know, I didn’t die. I just had a gaping, bloody hole in the back of my head. It’s rare that I dream of being injured, so I thought that was worth mentioning.
At work yesterday, I took a call for the newsroom about a kidnapping of a 5-year-old boy from school that morning. Listening to the child’s aunt talk, I felt my own heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on a little bit. Thinking of the amounts of ugly I get to listen to in a day, whether it be one drug dealer or another in the US trying to report another drug dealer, or a report of an 11-year-old girl’s rapist’s whereabouts being shared on the Crime Stoppers line because the caller is more interested in getting a reward than actually having the rapist caught, or just your average dick who thinks the women’s crisis line is there for his own personal entertainment and all the support workers are there just to prank call, or the Alcoholics Anonymous line where alcoholics need to find a meeting as soon as possible as they don’t have the personal strength within to stay sober one more minute without group support, I know that my issues are far smaller than so many other’s.
But, my mom’s been given 6 months to live if she doesn’t start taking care of herself. Should she clean herself up, stop drinking and start eating properly, she may have a few years. I don’t see that happening. The last time I saw her, I woke her up in the afternoon. Sleeping by her side was a new toy dog. She paid a thousand dollars for a dog the size of a rat, that’s better off at Paris Hilton’s side than my mom’s. This little thing is just a puppy. It can’t jump off the bed itself to eat or go to bathroom. The results are disturbing. The last time I saw my mom, she was sleeping on a bed that was covered in this dog’s urine and faeces and she didn’t care enough to clean it up or remove the dog. I’d been told that should my brother or father take the dog away to feed it or walk it, she accuses them of stealing it. They do it anyway, out of compassion for the little guy. And while I was there, I mentioned it was cute and all of the sudden my mother was rambling on about how I was fighting with my brother (who wasn’t at home and I hadn’t seen in weeks) about who gets to keep the dog.
My mom was pretty much lethargic. She was talking in circles, and I couldn’t get her out of bed let alone out to lunch. She had growths on the bottom of her feet the size of golf balls, and her mind clearly wasn’t there; every now and then a cheerful “Hi!” leaving her lips mid conversation, as if I had just walked into the room though I had been there close to an hour trying to get her up and out. Eventually, I had to leave as I had a ferry home to catch. It was heartbreaking. Everything that’s happening to her and that she is doing to herself is heartbreaking. And I’m no longer convinced it’s psychosis and alcoholism. I believe most of what she is today is purely alcohol related. She lost a few marbles before she started drinking as much as she does, sure. But what she is today isn’t my mom at all, and the irreparable damage drinking excess of a litre of Gin a day has done to her brain and body is beyond comprehension.
I miss my mom. And I can’t stand to see her this way. But I live my daily life and try to push the sad reality of what’s happening to the back of my head. And still, life is good for me. I have it so much better than so many others. And there’s literally nothing that can happen to me, or that I can do to myself that can change that.
At work yesterday, I took a call for the newsroom about a kidnapping of a 5-year-old boy from school that morning. Listening to the child’s aunt talk, I felt my own heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on a little bit. Thinking of the amounts of ugly I get to listen to in a day, whether it be one drug dealer or another in the US trying to report another drug dealer, or a report of an 11-year-old girl’s rapist’s whereabouts being shared on the Crime Stoppers line because the caller is more interested in getting a reward than actually having the rapist caught, or just your average dick who thinks the women’s crisis line is there for his own personal entertainment and all the support workers are there just to prank call, or the Alcoholics Anonymous line where alcoholics need to find a meeting as soon as possible as they don’t have the personal strength within to stay sober one more minute without group support, I know that my issues are far smaller than so many other’s.
But, my mom’s been given 6 months to live if she doesn’t start taking care of herself. Should she clean herself up, stop drinking and start eating properly, she may have a few years. I don’t see that happening. The last time I saw her, I woke her up in the afternoon. Sleeping by her side was a new toy dog. She paid a thousand dollars for a dog the size of a rat, that’s better off at Paris Hilton’s side than my mom’s. This little thing is just a puppy. It can’t jump off the bed itself to eat or go to bathroom. The results are disturbing. The last time I saw my mom, she was sleeping on a bed that was covered in this dog’s urine and faeces and she didn’t care enough to clean it up or remove the dog. I’d been told that should my brother or father take the dog away to feed it or walk it, she accuses them of stealing it. They do it anyway, out of compassion for the little guy. And while I was there, I mentioned it was cute and all of the sudden my mother was rambling on about how I was fighting with my brother (who wasn’t at home and I hadn’t seen in weeks) about who gets to keep the dog.
My mom was pretty much lethargic. She was talking in circles, and I couldn’t get her out of bed let alone out to lunch. She had growths on the bottom of her feet the size of golf balls, and her mind clearly wasn’t there; every now and then a cheerful “Hi!” leaving her lips mid conversation, as if I had just walked into the room though I had been there close to an hour trying to get her up and out. Eventually, I had to leave as I had a ferry home to catch. It was heartbreaking. Everything that’s happening to her and that she is doing to herself is heartbreaking. And I’m no longer convinced it’s psychosis and alcoholism. I believe most of what she is today is purely alcohol related. She lost a few marbles before she started drinking as much as she does, sure. But what she is today isn’t my mom at all, and the irreparable damage drinking excess of a litre of Gin a day has done to her brain and body is beyond comprehension.
I miss my mom. And I can’t stand to see her this way. But I live my daily life and try to push the sad reality of what’s happening to the back of my head. And still, life is good for me. I have it so much better than so many others. And there’s literally nothing that can happen to me, or that I can do to myself that can change that.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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My actual resignation letter said something like this:
~*~
"Dear L...
Please consider this letter my official resignation effective today.
Thank you for the opportunity you have given to me to work with you and the experience I have had the chance to learn.
Sincerely,
Tainted"
~*~
What I was actually thinking was:
~*~
Last week, you came back from your cruise with a horrid frown on your face. You had a nasty cold, maybe a touch of the flu, but when we asked what was wrong you clearly stated you were pissed at what happened in the office while you were away and it wasn’t you being ill that was getting to you.
I’d still like to know, what exactly you think happened, because as far as I was concerned, the office was running as smoothly as ever while you were away. I don’t recall any conflicts, or issues after you came in and put an end to the initial and as far as I’m concerned, only problem that occurred before you actually left. I know whispers hit your ears that pointed fingers at both myself and another of your employee’s being culprits in something. Initially, I figured even with the far-fetched tattletale being one of your longest devoted employee’s, you’d see through the bull, since during your entire leave, that other employee was out of the office at least 90% of the time. There literally was no time for conflict!
But you stayed miserable for a full week. And your misery rubbed off on others. Friday, I asked for help and the response I got was, “Can we do this some other time? I’m not in the mood today.” I agreed, and asked what was wrong. The response I got was, “She’s being a bitch, a real bitch,” and to that I agreed, but also stated you’d been that way since you came back and no one really knows why so we needn’t take it personally. None-the-less, she told me not to bother completing the task of getting her resume formatted, since she intended to do it herself over the weekend. I almost laughed when she admitted in a staff meeting to seeing your employment ads, then stating she can’t remember what she was looking for on the recruitment site!
Anyway, come Monday, you had prepared a speech and held a talk with four of your staff members. You talked about the problems, the petty bull, then you apologized to two of the members, explicitly expressing that they were not a part of the problem and you regret them having to be a part of the conversation. You then make clear that you have already held conversations with the other staff member present, and turned to me and stated I was certainly part of the problem. You had held no private talks with me concerning this as you had with other’s; in fact, you’d simply treated me like shit period since you’d been back. You choose not to bother, before taking whoever’s words for gold. And pointing a finger at me (despite you not seeing it that way, when you eliminate 3 of the 4 people you’re talking to, there is only one left and metaphorically speaking - that’s pointing a finger), wasn’t a real motivational factor.
I hope you have half the true will to learn that you believe and profess you have, and that you will hear these words and if not agree with them, at least consider them...
I could have succeeded in your office. I could have been one of your best employee’s. I wanted to expand and grow there. Your office failed me as much as I failed you. Here’s why:
You gave me a trainer (without actually telling me she was my trainer, forcing me to learn that by asking the wrong people questions), who could not and can not teach. I brought this to your attention, but it slipped into one ear and out the other. Then, when my ‘trainer’ takes emergency leave, you expect that I know everything I need to know - when in fact, I knew very, very little. Trying to accomplish the tasks at hand, I ask the only other person available to help me. Time and time again I’m told not to bother, that she will just do it as she is too busy (training others and what not). And if not that, I was simply ignored. Concerning one project, I almost beg her to tell me how to do it, but she insists she needs to go through the files herself, because she can’t know what the problem is otherwise. I ask her to do so, then when she finds the problem, to point it out to me because I want to learn; she agrees. Amazing, the next day during a staff meeting, she insists she already taught me what to do, implying I really am that stupid. Fact: If she had taught me, It would have been done rather than sitting on a bloody waiting list!
This may be petty to you, but it’s not the first time, and I was sure it wouldn’t have been the last time your staff members placed undeserved blame on me. Let’s take for example our client, the cancer patient. Before you decided to blame me for not noting we should only be calling only one of them, did you even LOOK at the T1 take in sheet? I did - when I scanned it for you. It clearly shows that I did in fact note that we should NOT be calling one of the pair. Funny enough, that last little bit of bull was the last I was willing to take at your company.
Most of what I learned in your company was taught to me by the girl who quit just 2 weeks prior to me (which is one of the reasons I hated to see her go so bad, I knew if she left, I’d be short behind because there was no one else to help me learn (one of those aspects you pride your company on!).
I told you when I joined I have one really strong weakness, and that’s the inability to work in a place where I am not happy. Feeling stranded up shit creek without a paddle, because there is work on my desk I don’t know how to do and have no one to ask for help or to teach me as it piles high, is not my idea of a happy place to work. Especially when that work is time sensitive and I’m going to get shit for it not being done in the end. Being lied about, and made to feel stupid is not my idea of happy. Being talked about behind my back, to you and to others, not my idea of happy.
You may not feel that you lost much when I quit, mutually, I don’t feel I lost much by leaving. But I hope you realize your office has its faults and helped me fail, through as much as it taught me. I spent a few months taking responsibility for faults that weren’t mine as well as those that were mine. I hope you take responsibility in recognizing the faults in your office and doing something to fix them, before hiring your next staff member.
My actual resignation letter said something like this:
~*~
"Dear L...
Please consider this letter my official resignation effective today.
Thank you for the opportunity you have given to me to work with you and the experience I have had the chance to learn.
Sincerely,
Tainted"
~*~
What I was actually thinking was:
~*~
Last week, you came back from your cruise with a horrid frown on your face. You had a nasty cold, maybe a touch of the flu, but when we asked what was wrong you clearly stated you were pissed at what happened in the office while you were away and it wasn’t you being ill that was getting to you.
I’d still like to know, what exactly you think happened, because as far as I was concerned, the office was running as smoothly as ever while you were away. I don’t recall any conflicts, or issues after you came in and put an end to the initial and as far as I’m concerned, only problem that occurred before you actually left. I know whispers hit your ears that pointed fingers at both myself and another of your employee’s being culprits in something. Initially, I figured even with the far-fetched tattletale being one of your longest devoted employee’s, you’d see through the bull, since during your entire leave, that other employee was out of the office at least 90% of the time. There literally was no time for conflict!
But you stayed miserable for a full week. And your misery rubbed off on others. Friday, I asked for help and the response I got was, “Can we do this some other time? I’m not in the mood today.” I agreed, and asked what was wrong. The response I got was, “She’s being a bitch, a real bitch,” and to that I agreed, but also stated you’d been that way since you came back and no one really knows why so we needn’t take it personally. None-the-less, she told me not to bother completing the task of getting her resume formatted, since she intended to do it herself over the weekend. I almost laughed when she admitted in a staff meeting to seeing your employment ads, then stating she can’t remember what she was looking for on the recruitment site!
Anyway, come Monday, you had prepared a speech and held a talk with four of your staff members. You talked about the problems, the petty bull, then you apologized to two of the members, explicitly expressing that they were not a part of the problem and you regret them having to be a part of the conversation. You then make clear that you have already held conversations with the other staff member present, and turned to me and stated I was certainly part of the problem. You had held no private talks with me concerning this as you had with other’s; in fact, you’d simply treated me like shit period since you’d been back. You choose not to bother, before taking whoever’s words for gold. And pointing a finger at me (despite you not seeing it that way, when you eliminate 3 of the 4 people you’re talking to, there is only one left and metaphorically speaking - that’s pointing a finger), wasn’t a real motivational factor.
I hope you have half the true will to learn that you believe and profess you have, and that you will hear these words and if not agree with them, at least consider them...
I could have succeeded in your office. I could have been one of your best employee’s. I wanted to expand and grow there. Your office failed me as much as I failed you. Here’s why:
You gave me a trainer (without actually telling me she was my trainer, forcing me to learn that by asking the wrong people questions), who could not and can not teach. I brought this to your attention, but it slipped into one ear and out the other. Then, when my ‘trainer’ takes emergency leave, you expect that I know everything I need to know - when in fact, I knew very, very little. Trying to accomplish the tasks at hand, I ask the only other person available to help me. Time and time again I’m told not to bother, that she will just do it as she is too busy (training others and what not). And if not that, I was simply ignored. Concerning one project, I almost beg her to tell me how to do it, but she insists she needs to go through the files herself, because she can’t know what the problem is otherwise. I ask her to do so, then when she finds the problem, to point it out to me because I want to learn; she agrees. Amazing, the next day during a staff meeting, she insists she already taught me what to do, implying I really am that stupid. Fact: If she had taught me, It would have been done rather than sitting on a bloody waiting list!
This may be petty to you, but it’s not the first time, and I was sure it wouldn’t have been the last time your staff members placed undeserved blame on me. Let’s take for example our client, the cancer patient. Before you decided to blame me for not noting we should only be calling only one of them, did you even LOOK at the T1 take in sheet? I did - when I scanned it for you. It clearly shows that I did in fact note that we should NOT be calling one of the pair. Funny enough, that last little bit of bull was the last I was willing to take at your company.
Most of what I learned in your company was taught to me by the girl who quit just 2 weeks prior to me (which is one of the reasons I hated to see her go so bad, I knew if she left, I’d be short behind because there was no one else to help me learn (one of those aspects you pride your company on!).
I told you when I joined I have one really strong weakness, and that’s the inability to work in a place where I am not happy. Feeling stranded up shit creek without a paddle, because there is work on my desk I don’t know how to do and have no one to ask for help or to teach me as it piles high, is not my idea of a happy place to work. Especially when that work is time sensitive and I’m going to get shit for it not being done in the end. Being lied about, and made to feel stupid is not my idea of happy. Being talked about behind my back, to you and to others, not my idea of happy.
You may not feel that you lost much when I quit, mutually, I don’t feel I lost much by leaving. But I hope you realize your office has its faults and helped me fail, through as much as it taught me. I spent a few months taking responsibility for faults that weren’t mine as well as those that were mine. I hope you take responsibility in recognizing the faults in your office and doing something to fix them, before hiring your next staff member.
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