he’s a goober. if you’ve been reading my blog lately, you know who i’m talking about. i have hard evidence. i had to train him today. instead of admitting he didn’t know how to do something, he would just say “oh, i haven’t done that in a while. i forgot how…” he forgot … i’m sure. he is a GOOBER. i think he started to feel comfortable with me so he was asking me how to do everything causing me to fall behind on my jobs. i know he’s new and everything but someone in his position needs to be more assertive. surely he organised a meeting between him, me and someone else in the business and he just sat there like a dope and didn’t say anything. we sat and stared at each other until i started talking and leading the conversation. he didn’t say a word except for ”hello, here’s my business card.” whoopdee-fu*king-do. my 2 year old nephew could do that. then he got an email from someone …
DB: i just got this email from [name]. how do i respond?
Me: via email. you hit the reply button at the top of the message. want me to show you?
DB: that’s not what i meant
Me: i was kidding .
i think maybe he thinks i’m supposed to be his mentor. nope. he’s supposed to be my mentor. that scares me. a lot.
whinge whinge whinge. but now i feel better. deep breaths.
it has been a bumpy crazy week and i know i haven’t written a lot but that will all change soon. i feel the winds shifting in my favour for once. it’s friday after all and the brit and i are watching an opera tomorrow and i’m buying a new iMac on sunday. exciting.
my book reading is falling behind. i’m struggling through Middlemarch and i don’t think i’ll ever finish Gaudete. i may have to switch it with “the very hungry catepillar.” i feel like i’m so behind on everything and it’s all because of my poopy job.
two cents