2002-10-16 - 9:09 a.m.
I have a relentless shadow that does not go away when the sun goes down. She's two feet tall and has an attitude. I pick up books. She throws them on the floor. I arrange her stuffed animals on a chair. She rearranges them...on the floor. I put her toys in her toy box, her toy bag, her book shelf. She pulls them out and puts them on the floor. Ay ay ay.
Today, as I was rocking her to sleep for her nap, I had a sneeze attack. She was almost out...so peaceful, eyes shut, and it came over me. I cannot do those little peep sneezes--those "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-kee" sneezes. Really, what are those? I don't think they can even be categorized as sneezes. Anyway, the first couple, I turned away and stayed frozen after the sneeze. No eye contact. Nothing to rouse the baby. Then I peeked over. Eyes WIDE open. I sniffled. She sat up and stared in my face and started fake sniffling. She mocks me, that kid. I ended up putting her down anyway. She fussed for a bit, but now she's out like a light. I have many projects to do during this quiet time. Here's what I feel like doing: Not much.
So....this week is Bosses' Week. How's that for a load. Isn't every week, bosses' week? They get the big bucks. They get to do the bossing. Anyway, it has caused a division at work. I think we all just like to listen to ourselves talk. I thought people were going to bring out flip charts yesterday, they had so much to say on the topic. People get riled about bosses' week. Almost no one in our group wants to acknowledge it. They all say it's a ridiculous Hallmark crock. I agree. But, I'm torn. We all like our bosses. Shouldn't we get them a card? A plate of nachos? It is a crock, but I can't even remember the last time I liked my boss. I'm thinking that is something that should be celebrated. There are three "bosses" in our group. I report directly to one who reports directly to another. There's another one in our group who I have very little to do with. I'm glad. Frankly, she's a bit of a loon. She gets nothing from me. She is an "idea" person. She's got a ton of them. The good news is she forgets them almost immediately after she says them. Literally. By the end of a meeting, she's got no clue what she asked you to do. She'll ask me to post something on our website, and when I send her the link to show her where it is, she seems confused about why she would want this information. The first couple times she asked me to do things I panicked. Her ideas seemed in opposition to each other. They weren't well thought out. She's quite new. I followed up. I could tell she didn't remember asking for them. What the hell was I fretting about? (I'm a fretter.) Now, I just smile and nod. Sometimes I repeat her ideas back to her and she has new ideas about why what I'm saying won't work. She's quite diplomatic when she shoots down her own ideas. We've gone through a reorganization and I've been asked who I'd like to report to--my old boss (let's call him Stan) or her. I will cling like glue to Stan. I'm going nowhere. Oh, he can try to get away from me, but I'm relentless. My daughter got it from me.
