Ouch! That Knife Wound Hurts!

I got the call today: "Debbie, [the boss] wants to see us in his office."

I met my coworker in the penthouse, where the boss proceeded to lecture us on attitude and the importance of all the meetings we have to attend in order for the business to become accredited, and how he'd been told we were complaining about having to attend said meetings.

WT...?

"Exactly who told you I was complaining about attending the meetings?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, it was an email," he replied. OK. I get it now.

If ever I wanted to cuss at work, today was the day. Ya see, we had the first of the monthly mandatory meetings last month, and it was a free-for-all. It was combined with a potluck luncheon, and at the appointed meeting time, everyone was still playing with their food. The meeting started 45 minutes late, there was no organization, people kept laughing and talking out of turn... In short, it was a circus.

When the memo came 'round for this months meeting, I replied, "Could we have an agenda this time, and maybe play with food afterwards so the meeting could start on time? Last month was a little frustrating." Did that sound like, "I don't want to attend this meeting?" Seriously, if I'm going to waste my time, I want it to be doing what I want to do! Ain't no fun sitting in a conference room, hungry, smelling roasting chicken.

Here's a bit of a scenic detour -

The gal who is putting these meetings together has a reputation for being a back-stabber. I've played nice with her, listened to her complain about every other person in the building, and was sympathetic when she gritched (gripe & bitch) about new hires being told that she was difficult to work with. She's different, but I had no gripe with her.

Yeah, well, that changed today. I'll still play nice, as I don't want her to be able to say I'm showing her ill will. Now I know, though, that she can't be trusted. The boss understood, and actually apologized for jumping on us without getting all the facts from Mata Hari.

Now, back onto the main road-

As for the other girl who got called in - her infraction against Mata was even less offensive than mine. But during our lecture, I heard her sniffle. That's all it took for my eyes to run over. I think that was more painful than being stabbed in the back.

I do so love working in an office full of women!

Oh, I still forgot to get cat litter. At this point, it's getting serious.

Office Politics

I tried to stay out of it, but someone decided it was time I got dragged thru the mud.

Last week, I was helping Hubby with some programming work, something that is defined in my job description. To do this, I go across the street where he is. The witch queen of the office decided I had no business doing what I was doing, so she text'd/called The Boss and told him I was needed in my office. Boss text'd Hubby and told him I was needed in my office.

Excuse me? The woman is not part of my department nor does she have any say over what I do. Hubby was livid. I'm not too happy, myself. I'm a big girl and don't need her telling me what to do.

I returned to my cave like a good little worker drone where I sat for three hours before I had anything to do.

Total stupid jealousy. I'm not playing that game.

The daughter and I did some sightseeing this afternoon.
I miss the hills around Tulsa, but this is a completely different kind of beauty.