liliaeth: (scira)
I've been home for the past month, and my doctor just gave me an additional two weeks that I have to stay at home.

I had a fall with my bike in the beginning of january, and ended up with a crack in my shoulder joint.

Work hasn't been annoying about my sick leave, but my direct boss seemed a bit annoyed that I had to give another extension :-(
I know it's not that she begrudges it, she was just annoyed because there's three of us with sick leave, and she doesn't have enough people to do replacements, so I still feel bad about it. It's just that right now, I can't even fully raise my arm over my head, so there's no way I'm going to be able to start working again, hoping that I'll be back in order once this latest extension is over.
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I hate talking negative about my co-workers to my boss, I really do, especially when it's temp workers who'll be gone in a month.

But when a guy annoys the hell out of me, acts as if he knows everything and then starts pretending that I'm the bad guy and goes whining with lies to the temp office he's working for, then I have no choice but to send a mail to my direct supervisor.

Figured it was best to inform her from my side of the story, before she heard from the temp office when she gets back on Monday. (she wasn't working on Friday)

Either way, hoping not to get in trouble over this, and to get rid of the damn asshole.

Seriously the solution to me getting your name wrong, isn't consistently coming up with different wrong names for me, at one point with three different versions in five minutes, when all he had to do was correct me the first time I got his name wrong and I would have apologized and corrected myself. (I mean seriously, when I get a name wrong and you don't correct me, then I go on assuming that I've got the right name, so please, do correct me, I'd never intentionally mis-say or even mispronounce your name if I can avoid it)

Look, I might be a bit bossy, but when my boss tels me to work with a temp worker, who's never been at the post I'm working at, to show him around, tell him how to do the job, then yes, I will be giving orders. Not because I like being in charge, but because we had some complaints about the mobile team when they took over either my post or my other co-worker Semra's post in the past few weeks. Once he was fully worked in, I'd have left him to it, but this was his first three days on the job.

He already annoyed me the first time I saw him by showing up ten minutes late, planning to go back out to call his office as soon as he arrived. It's not that I blame him for being late, when he was only called in at the last minute. But when you are late, you don't start off by making a phone call. He could have easily sent off an text that would have gone through somewhere in the building if he happened to hit a spot with a cell phone connection sooner or later. (the building is horrendous in regards to connections for phone networks, or even radio)

And then when we were finished, he started complaining because we were about five a ten minutes over time. He was ten minutes late for crying out loud, he should have been happy he got to catch up on the time he lost.

And then on Thursday he started complaining that I made him do most of the work... Completely ignoring that on my own floor I'd cleaned up the meeting rooms, did the coffee corner, collected all the dishes, put everything in the dishwasher, did part of the toilets, did... (just cause I made him do the vacuuming and let him clean off the tables does not mean he was doing most of the work, not by far)

When I then ask him to do his kitchen, while I'll head off to take care of the green floor on his part of the building, I assume that after telling him three a four times that thursday we do the inside of the coffeemaker, that he'd understand that that was a part of the job. Or you know, that after I mention the dishwasher several times that day, that he'd realize he still had to put it on. He didn't, on either counts.

The only thing of his account I can't deny is that we spent more time on my half of the building than on the ground floor. But you know what, when I'm on my own, I don't spend as long vacuuming as he did. And I didn't even make him do the restaurant(?) floor with wet, just had him swiff that and the hallway. Neither of which were all that difficult to do. While I was doing the floor of the front part of the restaurant, you know the bit with the counter, the dishwasher, the coffeemaker and the soupbowl, aka the part of it that's actually dirty rather than just having a bit of crumbs on it.

But suuuuure, he 'had to do most of the work' *grumble*

It's bad enough when a guy's a know it all, but when all they can see is the few things they do, while completely ignore the work other people are doing, then it really works on my nerves.

Just hope we won't have a problem on monday.
liliaeth: (scira)
Currently got a job student working with me at my job.

And I like that the kid is trying, he’s only 15 and has never worked before, so I don’t expect him to be perfect.

But I hate how I have to go check on every single thing he’s done to make sure I don’t have to go over it again. I get that you can miss a crumb or two, but when the benches he’s cleaning are still full of crumbs, and the foots of the tables he says he’s done, are still filthy, then I have to start wondering about his eyes.

I mean, there’s a reason I won’t let him swiff the floors, because I know if I don’t do it myself, I’ll end up having to do it over again afterwards anyway and we really don’t have the time for that. (not that I like his mopping that much better, but…)

As the adult and regular worker at the post it’s my responsibility to make sure everything is done right. So I can’t just close my eyes, focus on my own job and ignore what he’s doing.

Any ideas for how to tell the damn kid to do his job right without discouraging him entirely?

I don’t want to be the mean woman who ruins his summer. But there’s times he just makes me want to scream.
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This may sound stupid, but...

When I was a kid, I had few or no friends. I had some people who tolerated hanging around with me for a short while, but none that I'd call a best friend. When people talk about friends who are like family, like say on Buffy, where her friends became her family, I always felt a sense of loss, because I've never had that. Because with me, people have never become close enough to become a part of my family, a part of my foundation.

I've always had this thing where I easily start conversations, but when it comes down to it, people don't stick with me, and that's only gotten worse as I've grown older.

As of now, I have no contact whatsoever with anyone from school, I don't really talk to anyone who isn't family, whom I knew before I turned twenty. I'll occasionally meet my brothers or sister's friends, but there's always a sense of removal. As for post that, I talk, very rarely, to some people I used to work with on a day to day basis, but even that's rare, and I always have the feeling that I'm forcing my presence on them. Same with people I used to talk to every day on IM. When I don't stay in regular contact with someone, I just lose touch. It's not because I want to, but because I'm too shy to restart communications, and I keep having this feeling that these people would no longer want to talk to me. And I have this dreadful fear of boring people.

(ps, anyone on my f-list whom I've lost touch with, believe me, it's not because I don't want to talk to you guys, but that I don't want to be the annoying clingy person that refuses to let go)

As such, family has become more important to me than anything. Because family is more than just friends, more than just lovers...

I think it's why I'm so against incest, and why I don't feel that a romantic relationship is so much 'more' than a family one. Because in my life so far, they aren't.

Family are the ones who will always be there, it's a bond, beyond anything, and if you lose that bond... it tears a piece out of you that you may never get back.

For me, I love the bond between Sam and Dean too much, to water it down, by making it something sexual. It's why even though I love Dean/Cas, I'll always see Dean's bond to Sam as more important. Because it's a core part of him.

Now family isn't about blood, as the Winchesters can tell you.

Take the family unit of Spike-Dawn,Buffy-Giles or Buffy-Xander. If you water those bonds down by making them romantic, then they lessen in importance, they become less than they are and they become replaceable. And I love those family connections too much to do that to them, or want to read about them that way.
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She leaves an empty place in our hearts.
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She leaves an empty place in our hearts.
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I've known this for a bit over a week, it's why I went to the Ham folkfestival last weekend. (well actually to my mom and ended up having to stay at the festival at least till eleven at night)

Tess is dying...

For those not aware, which is most of you. Tess is my mom's youngest dog, a scottish collie of about ten years old. She's a sweet very sweet and obedient dog that loves being cuddled and going on walks. She's got these beautiful eyes that begged for more every time she got food.

We got Tess a few years ago, when my mom's then boyfriend Henk moved in with us. I didn't really like the guy, but he was good for my mom and she loved him. Tess was his dog. When Henk died, the dog stayed with us. I know she was a lot of comfort to my mom to have that last part of Henk left.

And now she's dying, stomach cancer. At most she's got till december.

She's barely eating and when she does eat, she throws up. Mom doesn't dare leave her alone too long and I barely see her anymore since mom's living in Ham and I'm living in Herentals. (for those not aware, that's at least half an hour drive with a car, while I only have a motorcycle.) I could go visit, but it's not half as easy as it used to be.

I miss them, both my doggies. Tess and Trees and I can't even begin to imagine what I'd feel like if Trees were to be dying. Since as much as Tess is my moms dog, Trees was mine and my brother Stefaan's.

Don't even know why I'm writing this, not like I say much about them on lj, but... I just had to say at least something about it. Even if only for me. I just wish I could see her more often.
She's a damn good dog and I'm almost crying just thinking about losing her.
This sucks.




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I've known this for a bit over a week, it's why I went to the Ham folkfestival last weekend. (well actually to my mom and ended up having to stay at the festival at least till eleven at night)

Tess is dying...

For those not aware, which is most of you. Tess is my mom's youngest dog, a scottish collie of about ten years old. She's a sweet very sweet and obedient dog that loves being cuddled and going on walks. She's got these beautiful eyes that begged for more every time she got food.

We got Tess a few years ago, when my mom's then boyfriend Henk moved in with us. I didn't really like the guy, but he was good for my mom and she loved him. Tess was his dog. When Henk died, the dog stayed with us. I know she was a lot of comfort to my mom to have that last part of Henk left.

And now she's dying, stomach cancer. At most she's got till december.

She's barely eating and when she does eat, she throws up. Mom doesn't dare leave her alone too long and I barely see her anymore since mom's living in Ham and I'm living in Herentals. (for those not aware, that's at least half an hour drive with a car, while I only have a motorcycle.) I could go visit, but it's not half as easy as it used to be.

I miss them, both my doggies. Tess and Trees and I can't even begin to imagine what I'd feel like if Trees were to be dying. Since as much as Tess is my moms dog, Trees was mine and my brother Stefaan's.

Don't even know why I'm writing this, not like I say much about them on lj, but... I just had to say at least something about it. Even if only for me. I just wish I could see her more often.
She's a damn good dog and I'm almost crying just thinking about losing her.
This sucks.




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