Documentation is created so that you read it, and follow it. It is not there to act as a gigantic coaster.

When I was leaving my previous role, I intentionally created very detailed and precise documentation about how to complete the full Model update each quarter. Complete with pretty pictures for those who get bored with words.

ANG doesn’t seem to believe in paying attention to any of these documents but rather just runs along at a mile a minute and then arrives at my office. The exchange follows this exact pattern EVERY TIME!

ANG: The model is broken.
MEX: What’s wrong?
ANG: I dunno.
MEX: Is there an error message?
ANG: Yes.
MEX: What does the message say?
ANG: I dunno.

Sigh.

And of course, the answer is usually that ANG skipped a step (or four) and so clearly things will not work.

On Friday, ANG took the last three cookies in my cookie box. And did not even bother leaving a note either thanking me for them or even letting me know they were finished. So when the study group got together on Friday evening – there were no cookies!!

Let’s ignore all the unprofessional behaviour on the part of ANG (see Annoying New Guy post) during the actual meeting. During one uncomfortable point I filled the silence by saying “You deserve a cookie. And in fact, I will give you one.”

So he follows me to my office post-meeting (literally, like a puppy dog). I open my cookie box as I explain that these are actually for the study session I have organized.

“Can I have two?”

Um, okay, so I bring in snacks for an ‘event’ I have organized and I was nice enough to offer you one. And then you ask for two?? (when there’s only a handful to begin with)

My reaction: laugh.

“No really, can I have two? Seriously.”

I am a bad blogger.
It has been four months since my last post.

The reason? Studying.

Days remaining .. 17
Papers left to read .. 7
Days until Mom is back .. 5 (this is both positive and negative)

I have nothing of interest to say at the moment, so will spare you a long pointless post.

Plan for my vacay day: Sleep In
Status: Unsuccessful

At 830, the landline started ringing. My first thought “It’s my brother or my parents.”

What do I hear upon answering?
“All of our agents are currently busy with other callers. Please hold and ..”
*click* I hung up.

They called ME to tell me to hold the line?? ARE THEY FUCKING SERIOUS?
And before 9am, to boot! Isn’t that against regulation or something?

The last ten minutes of Top Model are as important to me as the last ten minutes of a really close football game.

I love how people who instantly assume that fashion or whatever can’t possibly be important, and so calling and going on and on about five different football games (which only started like three minutes ago!) will be met by anything other than only politeness while I try to catch what’s going on in the final judging.

I’m sick of people’s judgment. Pardon me for being feminine and not being afraid to admit it. Fuck you if you disagree.

When asked what my friends do for physical exercise, I started listing off The Girls .. ie. the girls I work with, one of whom is my boss. And then I was promptly reminded that the question was about my friends, not my boss or coworkers.

And then I realized it .. all my friends-friends no longer live in town.

So what is holding me to this city? I used to think it was the people – but who cares if I know bartenders or squash pros or other random people? The only thing left in this city is my fantastic but super-busy-and-super-married friend K, and the Hockey Player BF.

Yeah, okay – so my best friend since I was 13 is also still here – and while we talk a lot, we don’t see each other very often due to differing schedules. So really, in town or out of town, it’s the same with her.

But I also just started this new job in September .. I think I owe them a year before ditching. Hmm.

Picture this ..

I’m in my office-cubicle (it’s not an office with walls, but it isn’t exactly a cube either .. anyway, besides the point) .. I’m in my office-cubicle after 5pm doing some banking and other personal finance stuff.
Annoying-New-Guy (let’s refer to him as ANG .. as in makes me ANGry) shows up at my door(way)

ANG: “What are you still doing here?”
MEX: “Some banking and things”

All my personal banking is on my screen, including a spreadsheet containing my salary and tax information. What does ANG do? He WALKS INTO MY OFFICE RIGHT UP TO MY DESK!

Uh, hello? I’m clearly working on something private; I did not invite you into my office; what makes you think you should come right up to my desk??

Needless to say, I flipped screens so my e-mail covered everything, but is this guy for real???

If you’re driving in winter conditions and your car slips out, the order of fault is as follows:

1. You
2. The weather
3. You
4. The tires
5. You
6. You

It is NOT your car’s fault .. the car is just the tool – without the proper handling and peripherals, even the best of cars will slide.

Bad drivers piss me off. Bad drivers who think they’re good drivers drive me effin’ nuts.

There’s nothing like below-freezing temperatures to make you want to skip the pole-fitness class and just curl up on the couch with a blanket and box of Quality Street.