A job that slowly kills you*
It's now been one week since I last had internet access at work. So I've have to deal with all my emails once I get home and since all the materials management and financial stuff is now done exclusively on-line, that shit is just not getting done. Even though I phone IT every 2 hours, they still can't seem to figure out why there is no more wireless access in that room.
I didn't even fucking want to get wireless, but after I was turfed out of my office into this space, I was given the option of either spending $100 for a wireless adapter or $1200-$1500 to have cable installed. I don't have that kind of money in my budget.
I'm also starting to realise that I don't have the sophistication to deal with the increased level of politics that is now being played. Well, it's probably always been played, I've just never had to actually take to the field before. I'm starting to strongly suspect that there is a conspiracy to clear the path of all remaining employees of a particular individual. I am one of the last remaining ties to this person. Oh now, that kind of paranoia will get you in the looooony bin!*
Now that I have breached my oath not to discuss work, time for some levity.
I heard a promo for myself on CBC today! And did they ever butcher my last name! Barbara Bedouin, I was called. harhar And according to the promo, I am "the most popular blogger in Calgary". Well, not me, actually; Barbara Bedouin is.
* No Surprises - Radiohead
* Can't Con an Honest John - the Streets