John is at Harstine all this week, and he’s completed the installation of the vinyl flooring in three rooms. The thing is, yes he’s emailed me some pictures, but they suck! They really aren’t worth posting because you honestly can’t tell what’s what. They’re blurry, grainy, and meh. He said that he’s pleased with the result, so I’m taking his word for it. And he also mentioned that he was going to start painting! The siders are juggling two jobs, so they’ve been away from the site for a couple of days—I think they’re due back tomorrow. Besides installing the soffit underneath the house, they’ve been installing some of the eve soffits (garage, for one). The “sexy” stuff will eventually begin, which will be Hardie siding from the bottom up to the base of the windows, followed by cedar shingles. It’ll likely be a long slog.
Sure is lonely around here in the evenings. The animals go batshit crazy when I get home from work, and that also includes the cats (to a very low-level degree, but still rather enthusiastic for cats).
Even though work has not been horrendous this week (no dire deadlines, plus the CEO is out of town so I don’t have to listen to his LOUD VOICE and his LOUD SPEAKER PHONE—his office is kitty-corner from my cubicle and he has no consideration for us peons) I still am bushed when I get home. Mostly because traffic has been godawful. And work is still work. (And dealing with Chucklehead is an exercise in going internally ballistic Every. Single. Day. More on that in a bit…)
Oh! I was notified I’m getting a bonus! So get this: After playing a significant role in winning the company over $6 million in work this year? I’m getting a $450 bonus. After taxes, that’ll be about $250.
I know. Better than nuthin’.
(Trying to choke down the bitter pill).
(Just so you know, that equates to 0.0075% of what I helped win for the company. In other words, a little over seven ONE-THOUSANDSTH of ONE PERCENT. Yeah…)
Been a reading fiend! (Because, you know, escaping is a necessary part of maintaining my sanity). After finishing the Silo saga (which I really really loved and highly recommend), I found myself still wonting for something good in that genre or similar. I saw that Margaret was reading “The Rithmatist” and after peering at what it was about, I just had to download it. It’s considered “YA,” but like so many of the books that fall under that category, it was wonderful! (As Margaret explained so spot-on, it’s like a combination of Harry Potter and steampunk!) It will also be a trilogy and this is the first installment – with the 2nd installment not due out until 2015!!!! (So, beware!) I liked this author so much that I’m now reading another trilogy by him (and it’s completed) called “The Mistborn Trilogy” and it is riveting, too! (However, his writing skills were better in “The Rithmatist.” He’s pretty young).
So. Chucklehead has been obsessing over the company’s Christmas Holiday cards and how to get everyone’s contact lists up-to-date. So he sent out this email to a bunch of people in the company, including very high-level folks. I was busy and didn’t see it right away. My coworker, Amy, who sits near me, said, “Have you seen J’s email?” “No, not yet,” I replied. She said, “You really need to, uhm, read it.” So with trepidation, I opened it up.
HoHoHo,
It’s that time of year again
Where we are reminded of our friends
Who have blessed us with their business
Even sometimes had to forgive us
So if you want to show you care
fill out the Holiday email card contact questionnaire
Have it back to Amy no later 18th of December
And we’ll send out a email blast they’ll remember
The 19th will be too late
And you’ll just be another cheapskate
You can also send your own Holiday Paper Card
It’s very simple and not too hard
Tell Amy how many cards you want post haste (by November 29th – takes two weeks to order)
She’ll order and get to you by Dec 18th - worst case
The End,
J***
I didn’t change a thing.
You can draw your own conclusions.
I’ll bet he got a much more robust bonus than I did.
