Tuesday and associated brainlessness
Oct. 31st, 2006 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI always said that if I ever got into a position to have office hours, I would make sure to be in my office during the hours I said I would be in my office.
I have a new resolution, now having two bosses who both do this: if I ever have an assistant, I will learn their phone number and call it when I want to tell them something while I'm elsewhere, instead of calling my own phone number because I know my assistant has to answer it when I'm not there anyway. I know they're not really checking up on me to make sure I'm answering their phones, but that's what it feels like, and it annoys me.
I need to be in about three places at once tonight (actually, there are two places I need to be and one place I want to be), but it ain't gonna happen. One of the three places is home, and I'll get there eventually, but when exactly I get there depends on whether I can actually get anything useful done in Brighton and Coolidge Corner after work. Why hasn't anyone invented the *pop*-you're-elsewhere cloak yet?
It will all work out, of course, because it always does, but I wish things wouldn't stack up the way they do.
I have a new resolution, now having two bosses who both do this: if I ever have an assistant, I will learn their phone number and call it when I want to tell them something while I'm elsewhere, instead of calling my own phone number because I know my assistant has to answer it when I'm not there anyway. I know they're not really checking up on me to make sure I'm answering their phones, but that's what it feels like, and it annoys me.
I need to be in about three places at once tonight (actually, there are two places I need to be and one place I want to be), but it ain't gonna happen. One of the three places is home, and I'll get there eventually, but when exactly I get there depends on whether I can actually get anything useful done in Brighton and Coolidge Corner after work. Why hasn't anyone invented the *pop*-you're-elsewhere cloak yet?
It will all work out, of course, because it always does, but I wish things wouldn't stack up the way they do.
