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Nov. 13th, 2019 11:18 amCats vetted. Lily still has kidneys, and they more or less still work. We're not at subcutaneous fluids yet, anyway. Snip is overweight (join the club) and could have her teeth cleaned, except she would hate every second of it until she got knocked out, and would hate every person involved, so the vet is OK with not doing it. Snip hasn't eaten anything since breakfast yesterday, and after the excitement she went to ground in the cat bed in my bedroom and didn't leave it until this morning as far as I know. At least she did that, so I know that all of her legs still work. This is the worst part of pet ownership for me: knowing I upset their entire universe and I can't explain why I had to do it. All I can do is wait for them to get back to normal.
The temp can now log into his computer without me, which is nice, but we're still working on email. He has an old email address from another school from several years ago, and I don't know if the email system is trying (and failing) to find that, or what. So I have a request in to IT. (I should just stop saying out loud that whatever step we're on should be easy. The login information took from Tuesday to Sunday, and IT hasn't showed up yet and usually it's a half hour wait at most between ticket submission and appearance. Maybe everything with a microchip in it hates me. That seems to happen periodically.)
Here we go, again, some more. I have to be promoted so we can solve the "you're a manager but you can't officially manage your direct report" problem, which has gotten massively annoying because I was getting yelled at about my direct report taking time off that she didn't have, but I didn't know that, because I can't approve her time. I can only make note that she asked me for it. When I get promoted again, I'll be exempt and I can be an actual manager. But it means I have to rewrite my job description again, and pretend that I'm doing a whole lot of new stuff when it isn't new because I've been doing it for ages. And I don't always remember that it's "new" because I've been doing it for ages. So I put on my biography hat to start with, and then put on my historical fiction hat when it comes back from HR saying "Yes, and?"
I think this might be a bye week for chorus, for me. I'd rather go home and see if Snip is more with it and willing to eat. And besides, next week is dress rehearsals.
The temp can now log into his computer without me, which is nice, but we're still working on email. He has an old email address from another school from several years ago, and I don't know if the email system is trying (and failing) to find that, or what. So I have a request in to IT. (I should just stop saying out loud that whatever step we're on should be easy. The login information took from Tuesday to Sunday, and IT hasn't showed up yet and usually it's a half hour wait at most between ticket submission and appearance. Maybe everything with a microchip in it hates me. That seems to happen periodically.)
Here we go, again, some more. I have to be promoted so we can solve the "you're a manager but you can't officially manage your direct report" problem, which has gotten massively annoying because I was getting yelled at about my direct report taking time off that she didn't have, but I didn't know that, because I can't approve her time. I can only make note that she asked me for it. When I get promoted again, I'll be exempt and I can be an actual manager. But it means I have to rewrite my job description again, and pretend that I'm doing a whole lot of new stuff when it isn't new because I've been doing it for ages. And I don't always remember that it's "new" because I've been doing it for ages. So I put on my biography hat to start with, and then put on my historical fiction hat when it comes back from HR saying "Yes, and?"
I think this might be a bye week for chorus, for me. I'd rather go home and see if Snip is more with it and willing to eat. And besides, next week is dress rehearsals.
