Confidence is back

Well, fuckety do.

This afternoon the PTB send an email to the Seattle office which I will paraphrase below:

Dear Seattle Office,

I am not a fan of micromanaging but when severe abuse is occurring, I need to step in. This is why I am implementing a policy on personal internet usage effective immediately. Personal internet use shall be limited only to breaks. Each employee who works 8 hours is entitled to one one-hour lunch break and two ten minute breaks per day. These breaks may not be split up. (e.g. four five-minute breaks and two thirty-minute breaks). When you take a break you must let someone else in the office know. At the first sign of infraction of this policy, a verbal warning will be given. After that, the penalty will be assessed. This policy has been implemented to prevent animosity amongst employees and to prevent the dropping of morale.

-The Powers That Be

So, let's forget the fact that the true intended recipient of this email was very thinly disguised. While this “new policy” is, in theory, better than what my immediate boss had originally come up with (no personal internet at all ever), putting this policy in place means one, very debilitating thing: My computer will be watched like a goddamned hawk. Dom mentioned that IT people have a way of downloading internet traffic from computers on the network so that despite my impeccable daily deletion of history and cookies, they can still see exactly what I'm doing at all times. That is probably what has been happening. Every day, the brown-nosing spy has been reporting my comings and goings and no doubt having a blast trouble shooting ways to keep me in line. I recently caught wind of a little gossip that this guy was going to quit but then got a raise. So now he is probably kissing ass so as to keep the raises coming. No longer is he part of the underpaid proletariat. He is working his way up in the world by selling out his former equals. Now, more than ever, I want no part of this. But I talked it over with Dom and he suggested that I stick it out till the end of the month. That will put me at the end of our quarter so I can (provided they aren't COMPLETE bastards) collect my quarter-end bonus (which is contingent on whether or not I complete x, y and z throughout the quarter. And I always do. Because I'm a GOOD GODDAMNED WORKER). Then, in early July, I put in my notice. Whether or not I have anything lined up, I'm going to leave because I just can't fucking take it anymore. I have said this before but this time I REALLY REALLY mean it. I'm on the verge of becoming a really angry, joyless, bitter person (as opposed to a delightfully snarky person) as a result of working here and I that is something that I definitely don't want.

In the meantime, my work day is officially joyless. Tomorrow, I'm going to check out how hard it is to get on a computer at the library.

He clean go inclusive launder

With all my email fun taken away at work, I had to make my own fun so I decided to google the new interns I hired. Turns out the one that I got the major gaydar from is a member of the Willamette Republicans. Hmmm. I’m not discounting my gaydar though. I was disappointed to find nothing on the other one. And that’s the end of THAT timewaster.

Last night was an eventful night for the cats in the Zookster household. Marilyn usually sleeps with us at night, but for some reason last night she was out wandering so Tobe took the opportunity and mustered the courage to move in. In the wee hours, Marilyn came back from patrol and was PISSED to find Tobe sleeping in her spot. She kept trying to jump up on the bed and attack him but he didn’t budge. She gave up for a little while and then, as punishment to me for letting Tobe sleep there, she vomited on my pile of clothes. (I guess it serves me right for being a slob). Then she started attacking Tobe again about 30 minutes before our alarm was set to go off. (A pet peeve of mine is being woken up FOR ANY REASON that close to alarm time). Marilyn really knows how to be a brat. When I finally got up, Tobe came with me. Probably because he knows that he’s mine and Marilyn is Dom’s. I never thought Tobe would have the courage to try and sleep with us so I’m interested to see how this is going to play out in the future. But it better not interfere with my goddamned sleep!

On the job front, I must say I’m VERY tempted to just put in my notice and charge full speed ahead on the job search front. Andrew still thinks he might be able to get me into a temping situation at Amazon and let me tell you, that sounds more and more appealing every day. I need to time it perfectly though. I wants to stay here till the end of the month so that I can get my quarter-end bonus but leave before the crappy all-day seminar that they want to make me attend in July. Tricky.