Don't Rain on my Picnic, Please
I just feel like whining today (as opposed to any other day).
Tomorrow is the actuarial program summer picnic at work. It's a half day away from the daily grind to eat picnic food and play random games. It's also my chance to avenge the heartbreaking second place finish in last year's water balloon toss (sorry, UNICorn!).
I was looking forward to the picnic and an afternoon away from my desk since work has been crazy lately. 'Was' is the key word. I received a call from my manager yesterday. He needed to schedule a staff meeting to go over a bunch of items. Two of my boss's four staff members will be out of the office on Friday, and Wednesday was no good for him. Since everyone else on the team is based in Philadelphia, my manager called me yesterday afternoon and asked why I blocked Th 1-5PM off on my calendar. I told him that the CT actuaries had their annual summer picnic (which he knows about since he once worked in CT). He told me he needed to schedule the meeting for Thursday afternoon and asked if it was ok with me (though I really had no choice).
I assumed he would hold the meeting from 1-2PM so that I could still catch the picnic. Wrong. My meeting runs from 2:30-3:30. Brilliant. To make things worse, he also forwarded a 2-2:30 meeting with some senior/important people that he also wanted me to call in to attend. I guess I won't get an afternoon of fun. By the time I get to the picnic around 4PM, I will have missed all the fun games (including the highly anticipated water balloon toss) as well as the visit from the ice cream truck. All that remains is the raffle, which I won't win anyway, and some leftover lunch food.
I'm not bitter. I hope you all enjoy your little picnic tomorrow afternoon. Don't choke on those hot dogs.
Tomorrow is the actuarial program summer picnic at work. It's a half day away from the daily grind to eat picnic food and play random games. It's also my chance to avenge the heartbreaking second place finish in last year's water balloon toss (sorry, UNICorn!).
I was looking forward to the picnic and an afternoon away from my desk since work has been crazy lately. 'Was' is the key word. I received a call from my manager yesterday. He needed to schedule a staff meeting to go over a bunch of items. Two of my boss's four staff members will be out of the office on Friday, and Wednesday was no good for him. Since everyone else on the team is based in Philadelphia, my manager called me yesterday afternoon and asked why I blocked Th 1-5PM off on my calendar. I told him that the CT actuaries had their annual summer picnic (which he knows about since he once worked in CT). He told me he needed to schedule the meeting for Thursday afternoon and asked if it was ok with me (though I really had no choice).
I assumed he would hold the meeting from 1-2PM so that I could still catch the picnic. Wrong. My meeting runs from 2:30-3:30. Brilliant. To make things worse, he also forwarded a 2-2:30 meeting with some senior/important people that he also wanted me to call in to attend. I guess I won't get an afternoon of fun. By the time I get to the picnic around 4PM, I will have missed all the fun games (including the highly anticipated water balloon toss) as well as the visit from the ice cream truck. All that remains is the raffle, which I won't win anyway, and some leftover lunch food.
I'm not bitter. I hope you all enjoy your little picnic tomorrow afternoon. Don't choke on those hot dogs.
posted by GaryGinew at 9:14 PM
4 Comments:
Two things. Number 1, what happened to not talking about work on the blog? You never know who might be lurking around on the blogosphere...(case in point: I found a blog of a classmate of mine, bitching randomly about a bad day at work and I'm pretty sure it was about my advisor).
Number 2, why don't you fix it so that the comments pop up in a small, new window? It's much more convenient for a number of reasons, including that you can see the story you're commenting on. Just a suggestion.
Mpls Ju - I broke that original rule a while ago. I am allowed to write about work as long as I meet my two revised rules:
1) No mention of the specific company that employs me.
2) No mention of confidential/proprietary information.
I remember reading a Yahoo news article a couple years ago about another former MMB trumpet that got fired from their job for blogging about it. I'm not going to be that stupid here (hopefully).
Besides, with the sitemeter, I am confident that I can identify each of my hits coming from CT. As far as I can tell, there are no CT co-workers reading this site unless I told them about it.
My life is boring enough as it is. Please don't limit my topics, Ju. :)
Also, comments will show up in a pop up window going forward. Your second point has been taken!
maybe some of your CT viewers are smrt and know how to avoid the sitemeter.
just sayin.
I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T! I mean S-M-A-R-T!
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