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Yesterday... wasn't too bad.

Had more meetings than I'd have liked, but still... not too bad.

Weekly gaggle for my row went smoother than expected, and I didn't get torn a new one by the boss man per the norm.

Which is good, because I don't need more holes.

Or larger ones.

...Or do I?

Demo with boss man went well, and I think that speaks volumes about why it's important to talk with him one on one. It removes all the machismo and bravado from the situation and the whole affair just becomes...

Well...

Useful.

Beyond that, the day was... just... a day.

Omen light was on, and I'm gonna say that it gets a pass since it wasn't a great day.

Not by my standards.

Though admittedly, I've got pretty high standards for great.

Or even good.

Omen light is off this morning, so... pretty optimistic that it'll be smooth.

Almost out of hours for the week, and I still gotta do something about that meeting scheduled for Friday at 1100 because... well, I just don't have the hours.

So I could:

  • Leave early today and/or tomorrow (don't wanna, because Wednesday and Thursday aren't deserving of the privilege),
  • Talk to Suze about the meeting before it happens and remove it from the board, or
  • Suck it up and just do the extra hours without pay.

That third option is funny.

Because as a reminder: I've been coming in super early since I got here.

Because that's what I do.

Rip the band-aid off and get it over with.

But then site lead had to make it into an issue. Granted, they were super understanding about it and we reached a compromise.

And then Suze had to go and start adding meetings late in Friday mornings.

So now I'm getting ornery.

Meh.

I'll bring it up today and see if I can just knock out the meeting requirements beforehand.

Not optimistic on that one, because Suze...

She holds a tight leash.

Fuck me sideways.

Man.

Nothing like thinking about your Social Security benefits to really get your existentialist dread flowing.

The idea of getting money as a... kudos, I guess? For all them decades of working... so late in your life?

$2,000 a month.

After (ideally per society) working the vast majority of your good years...

Gross.

Anyway.

Nothing much happened yesterday of any real incident.

Though that new meeting being added to yet another Friday still has me in a bit of a huff.

So... still noodling how I'm gonna handle it.

I could always talk it out, but... that's not my style.

Instead, I'll either:

  • Try to knock it out earlier in the morning or
  • Do it at the scheduled time and then mesh my hours with Suze for a couple weeks

Should get plenty of... exciting datas.

Another weekly gaggle today and then it should be relatively smooth sailing the rest of the week.

...Ish.

Omen light is on, so who knows how the fuck things will go today.

Also: the whole Colbert situation is getting outta hand.

Yeah, he's gotten a lot more ballsy since notice of his impending cancelation, but... c'mon, Big Orange and associated goons:

Have a thicker skin.

Nothing after noon Monday through Thursday.

Nothing at all on Fridays.

That was always what I strove for during my 20 years on active duty.

Because if you couldn't figure it out before noon, that meant you were shitty at planning.

And if you didn't respect Fridays enough to not burden them with meetings, you were shitty as a human.

There were obviously days where I was "shitty at planning", and there were days I was forced to be shitty as a human.

Well...

Shittier.

And I thought I had a pretty decent thing going on with Suze until... lately.

Not sure what the fuck happened on that recent work field trip, but she seems to have come back a different person, and I don't dig it.

First it was the meetings that started getting scheduled at 1400.

Okay, cool (not really). I'll subtract that time from another day.

But then came the meetings scheduled at 1100 on Fridays.

First it was just one friday per pay period, and then another one got added.

To be clear: I've been leaving at 1100 every Friday since not long after I got here.

I worked enough hours, or I had the PTO to cover it.

And now suddenly, I'm required to be here beyond that timeframe.

So.

Very seriously considering adjusting my hours to start acting as a hall monitor.

Not for long.

Just like, a week.

...Maybe two.

See how many people are working a full 80 hours each pay period.

And then royally lose my shit when it turns out we've got folks stealing hours from their work day.

I hate this.

Almost a week of showing up later in the morning and it's fucking with... well, my whole goddamn thing.

It's now one of my top three least favorite things about this job.

Meh.

It's whatever, I guess.

If the other job pans out, not like I'll have the choice.

God... fucking dammit.

Weekend was uneventful and meh.

Got a couple random heart rate spikes for no reason last night.

Was hoping that "maybe this is it".

Nope.

Still here.

Here's to another week, y'all.

Bleh.

Also, another day, another article about AI taking our work.

If this place is any indicator of what the rest of the country's workforce looks like, I'd say it's a well-earned consequence.

“We can get done in less than a day, less than an hour, what they were taking a week to produce,” he explains.

Yeah...

We brought this on ourselves.

It's Friday.

Really the only thing to say about that.

Yesterday was indeed quiet.

But... ugh.

Wish I could just sleep until needed.

Being awake lets me continue to realize just how terrible things are done here.

Cheers, all.