Meet my fuzzy family.
I got a new charger and a several new batteries for the camera.
( I love E bay)
(for anyone who cares... it was the charger, not the battery that died. I blame the latest picture subjects in my images, actually. )

I won today's skirmish in my personal world war at work.
If you recall from an earlier post, my boss (es) are a study in dysfunctional relationships.
Perhaps I should esplain sum up the dealio.
Rolf and Marcela are the parents of a friend of mine.
And like I said, Rolf is hard to get along with.
Well- after hearing him tear into Marcela for days over stupid shit and bother me with the same question over and over and turn the office into a sea of tense silence, I just can't take it sometimes.
Granted, Marcela has been sitting on divorce papers for quite some time. She is afraid to follow through and it's her business, and he tried to take out the server maliciously last time it escalated.
Granted, as the only employee they have, I guess I have a sense of freedom: it’s hard to get fired when there is no one else. I also don’t have to go endure it long. They know I am temporary.
So...when Rolf starts to hassle with me about things that need to get done, and is wondering why I can't enter the payables/receivables, input the warehouse inventory and re-do their filing system all at the same time, I sat down and had a “discussion” with him about how I felt. The office is a wreck, they have a hell of a lot to clean up, and there is only so much I can do at once. And the mac computers make me want to cry. I’m going to rip out that crappy one button mouse and go “Office Space” on it. On general principle. (don’t want to offend our mac lovers out there, but how can you stand it???)
Instead of getting the usual angry storm out, I find out from Marcela that he respects me more because I dig in my heels on things…aka I can be as stubborn as he is.
(My mom has recently told me that some of our ancestors came from Bremen, Germany… so that might explain it. I fight fire with fire)
And Rolf wants me back on summer break.
Huh?

Meet my fuzzy family.
I got a new charger and a several new batteries for the camera.
( I love E bay)
(for anyone who cares... it was the charger, not the battery that died. I blame the latest picture subjects in my images, actually. )

I won today's skirmish in my personal world war at work.
If you recall from an earlier post, my boss (es) are a study in dysfunctional relationships.
Perhaps I should esplain sum up the dealio.
Rolf and Marcela are the parents of a friend of mine.
And like I said, Rolf is hard to get along with.
Well- after hearing him tear into Marcela for days over stupid shit and bother me with the same question over and over and turn the office into a sea of tense silence, I just can't take it sometimes.
Granted, Marcela has been sitting on divorce papers for quite some time. She is afraid to follow through and it's her business, and he tried to take out the server maliciously last time it escalated.
Granted, as the only employee they have, I guess I have a sense of freedom: it’s hard to get fired when there is no one else. I also don’t have to go endure it long. They know I am temporary.
So...when Rolf starts to hassle with me about things that need to get done, and is wondering why I can't enter the payables/receivables, input the warehouse inventory and re-do their filing system all at the same time, I sat down and had a “discussion” with him about how I felt. The office is a wreck, they have a hell of a lot to clean up, and there is only so much I can do at once. And the mac computers make me want to cry. I’m going to rip out that crappy one button mouse and go “Office Space” on it. On general principle. (don’t want to offend our mac lovers out there, but how can you stand it???)
Instead of getting the usual angry storm out, I find out from Marcela that he respects me more because I dig in my heels on things…aka I can be as stubborn as he is.
(My mom has recently told me that some of our ancestors came from Bremen, Germany… so that might explain it. I fight fire with fire)
And Rolf wants me back on summer break.
Huh?