FIngers Crossed, Stars Not

God bless the criminal justice system. We have had three free Stepzilla days while she was on jury duty and they have been glorious. We have been working diligently and earnestly. Getting many important tasks done. List of things completed in Stepzilla's absence:

1. Very productive job interview for Mavvy.
2. Work sample for said company completed.
3. Final interview this afternoon with the director. (this is where the finger crossing comes in)
4. Interviewed someone for colormist's position - who is less qualified than most of us in here and will cave under the step within hours.
5. Read every single article on tmz.com and thesuperficial.com with commentary.
6. Applied for jobs more southern every day but today. I am trying to remember the Friday and keep it holy.
7. Blogged.
8. Added Hasselhoff to myspace friends.
9. Oh yeah... got a proof almost ready to go to the printer. I might try to send that out before I leave for the dentist this afternoon. Meh... maybe not. :)
Enjoy your weekend ya'll...

evil chair

So it has been determined that the chair/desk in the back corner of our office is filled with dark energy. It's kind of a tittlating dark energy. Not the "kill your neighbors in their sleep" type but the "be a total bitch and don't help or want to help" type energy. Since I have assumed the position, my natural sunny disposition has become decidedly clouded. I have not made eye contact with any employee other than the chosen ones (our dept.) in a week. I am increasingly hostile to the non-competants that demand stupid ass things that I don't have time or desire to fool with. i.e. binders, slides, signs. Oh, and add brochures, postcards, flyers to that list also. In fact, if it's not blogging or checking email, please don't bother me at all. I have way more important things to focus on. When Colormist owned this prime real estate she got to be the quirky one. Nobody messed with her. They knew she was a creative and couldn't be bothered. She could send If You See Kate running from the office with just an evil glance. I feel this power already...I actually had a drone ask me if they could just go ahead and ask me a question while I was working since I kept bloggin for a good 5 minutes before I even acknowledged her presence. After another 5 minute pause, I said "sure". Later in the day, I intercepted an email from said drone to Stepzilla saying she was having trouble getting what she needed in the way of awesome binder cover materials from the marketing dept. Man o man... I laughed... she thinks she had trouble before...

god this place is insane...

Meh. I am having a hard time focusing on anything... no surprise there. I am taking 3 lovely well-deserved days off. Hopefully, I will be interviewing for jobs more Southern. I went to one northern interview on Friday. If I didn't have full intentions of heading back across the Mason-Dixon line it would have been a sweet job... props to the great job fairy. Now sprinkle some orange, volunteer dust my way... please? I have a huge long rant about Stepzilla but I just dont have it in me to spew it out onto the page...don't want to turn the peculiaralities of ICE into a rant session. Just more of the same really... go back and read the four years before this post... you will get the gist of it. I did discover today that the "supply" closet in the break room, the one that is kept under lock and key because it holds such valuables as sweetener and hot chocolate and is usually available to the trustworthy upper-management types, is available to Herman. No wonder she feels such a responsibility toward the fridge. She has authority in there. She can dole out the sugar packets willy-nilly if she wants to. I guess if you are privvy to the supply closet lock you are somehow authorized to determine who can keep what in the fridge. Note to self: the rest of the world is not really like this... there is hope. Colormist swears...

bummer dood

Well, bad news. Mavvy got a standard rejection letter from her interview. She stayed home today. I am secretly wishing she's out for an impromptu interview for which she got the call on her way home yesterday for an exciting career, anywhere but here. I guess we will see soon enough. I am headed into a meeting in 10 minutes to hear big exciting plans for something I am NOT going to be here for this summer. I don't know how... or why... or when... but I am on my way out. Oh please o please good job fairy come grant me a job! I will try to remember the creativity I once held so dear. I will try to remember a time when I smiled when I came to work and valued what I did when I got there. ...

Back from my meeting. So I am "project managing" a project that I have no direct connection to what-so-ever. I will be attending the meetings and relaying it to the people that are doing the work. That is ingenious. O and I am assuming this responsibility that I don't want for no more money, no title change, no more respect. Awesome! I am so excited I can hardly see the careerbuilder screen in front of me. Sheesh...