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Sep. 23rd, 2009 08:19 pmSo apparently promotion is code for 'lolz, you thought you were the overtime bitch before?' My hours are nigh on ridiculous and I found myself doing a thirteen hour day yesterday. Yay for money and for use of my time, not so much yay for the fact that I have no time to eat. I like eating. You know this. I know this. The mildly condemnatory nurses who work out my BMI come pill time know this. MORE EATING TIMES PLZ.
Anyway, the real insanity doesn't start until next week, when I work all the days in the world and am grateful for half-days as they are the closest I will get to time off for about three weeks. I am going to be given Supervising Tasks which, judging by what the other two do, means paperwork and some form of art projects to Inspire The Team as I am now also a STAR coach. Don't know what that means, just means I get an orange badge on the end of my lanyard. I should find all this out, really.
I have the weekend off, though. I'm heading back to St Andrews and will pop into Fat Face and do the dance of being junior management. This is appropriate, as the only people I know who are still there are all management. (Before I left, Kayley made a prediction that we would one day rule the company beneath our iron fists. Beginning to think that might come true, now.) Anyway, I'm really loking forward to the break, although I have to head to St Andrews via work. Have yet to do ironing, or packing, or anything vaguely useful.
Um.
Anyway, the real insanity doesn't start until next week, when I work all the days in the world and am grateful for half-days as they are the closest I will get to time off for about three weeks. I am going to be given Supervising Tasks which, judging by what the other two do, means paperwork and some form of art projects to Inspire The Team as I am now also a STAR coach. Don't know what that means, just means I get an orange badge on the end of my lanyard. I should find all this out, really.
I have the weekend off, though. I'm heading back to St Andrews and will pop into Fat Face and do the dance of being junior management. This is appropriate, as the only people I know who are still there are all management. (Before I left, Kayley made a prediction that we would one day rule the company beneath our iron fists. Beginning to think that might come true, now.) Anyway, I'm really loking forward to the break, although I have to head to St Andrews via work. Have yet to do ironing, or packing, or anything vaguely useful.
Um.
