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vicarzAnd I was thinking about writing about my workout which was emotionally touching, also it avoids talking about the emotional issues which loom largest in my life right now, but instead I walked into a bombshell in the office. Our best (says me) and most favored counsel is leaving - like now, 2 weeks minimal polite notice.
Gary is going. He’s been ... my rudder a bit, perhaps a mild anchor? When I complain about the petty harassment in the office, the power fetish of our bosses’ boss, the demeaning reporting policies, abrasive treatment, he’s the one who points out it’s all meaningless, reminds me that for the stupidity it’s obvious they respect me/us, tells stories of real abuse from the private sector, and encourages a broad view without snap decisions. It’s even more pressure because it is advice that typically ends with “I know you’ll do what you want,” or “That’s just my view, use your best judgment.”
He’s super close to retirement, so for him staying was a computation of how much his pension benefit would be depending on when he left. However, he’s leaving as he got, allegedly, an out of the blue call and offer of employment from an old employer on the private side. This means he’s going to make more in a couple months than the differential over the course of 10 years.
Again, USia, when you don’t fucking pay for work, the best move on. And you’re stuck with me - and I’m not afraid to start sentences with conjunctions, nor to use commas for conversational pauses, dot dot dot.
Making his route look that much better is the fact that this news is a week or more old, but while he told the chain of command, he’s annoyed (and I haven’t seen him in a week) that they asked him to keep it under his hat but have failed to make the announcement themselves. I think a highly influential factor is that he lives up towards or north of B’more, and came here under near-false-pretenses over the definition of “flexiplace” while our control fetishist continues to demand in-person meetings, office attendance for no logical reason, and of course fails to attend in person himself (but you can’t argue, he always says “medical” when he doesn’t come in).
I told him, frankly and truthfully, well first I said “shit” and threw in a few damnits for good measure, FOLLOWED by congratulations and “I understand”s (now there is a punctualtion mystery). But following my statements about his departure, revisiting the salary differences between gov and private, and discussion work location/commute issues, I was just considering whether to talk to him about the:
GS 14/15 position that is open at Patent Trademark.
Oddly my DC move would make the commute crappy, and they might not be as friendly about flexiplace which is a 208% deal killer (case in point, this guy), but wondering if I should apply anyway.
So we just lost 2 major senior counsel; 2 very experienced litigators, and frankly for me 2 work friends. I mean we haven’t been to each other’s homes but we do speak socially and I would welcome either to my car/home personal call etc. Wait, actually Sandy does call me personally once in a rare while so yes on that. We just lost 2 counsel, which makes me one of the strongest remaining forces here in this group. One more black female is way too intelligent and strong to keep taking the control fetishism (I’m not being the least bit sarcastic - I heart her too, she’s not likely to stay here, and it will be a major loss PLUS I do like her bunches). We speak the most often about the idiocracy here and she catches and laughs at my passive-aggressive management commentary super fast.
That leaves the recluse, the unqualified jehova witness, me, and a contract with outside counsel. I’m so grateful for the contractor! So...I might, should, better apply for that PTO job. I should also do something far more braverer...keep contact with this attorney and leave the door open to his area of private sector work. In fact I see a lot of potential overlap in the issues of liability determination, and unless he’s just buttered me up all this time, I think he respects me, my mind, my work ethic, and even that lawlike stuffy stuff I do. Perhaps he feels that way not seeing how I write here unicorn flutty boll weevil. His area is one of those I've thought of in the private sector, a reference would make up for the lack of direct experience, and the money sounds inarguable.
What I thought I might write about this morning is how sore I am. Yesterday fuckyouMikefuckyousomuch and I moved squatterday to Squattersunday, and like an idiot I followed him on a challenge workout he has internetted - some % of your max x # times in 20 minutes however you can do or like to do. We video’d his attempt, and I followed (and, foreshadowing, I wish I recorded mine).
First, I was an idiot. I had not eaten properly for days, have MAJOR HEAD ISSUES RIGHT NOW, and, related, had a few drinks the last few days in a row. I was fighting head rushes and general light headedness all day, so the big concern I had, besides a shitty workout, was passing out. I say that to excuse myself because I acted like an idiot in there - not only did I make grunting noises and ki-up noises left over from my teenage wannabe martial arts days, but I stomped, scowled, talked to myself, and paced like darth maul behind a shield.
My intent was just to make a showing and I was nervous about the weight (340). Again, my injury came from and is most expressive on deadlifts. But to my surprise, the weights flew up on my first set and I got a good number (discounted by 1 base on poo form) (that’s bad form, not trying so hard I poo) (but I suppose that would be a legitimate risk and reasonable penalty if too lenient) (why do I bring these things up?) After set 1 I got worse, both fighting lightheadedness and trying to psyche myself up/out to continue to make a good showing. I did - for some reason my lifts were fairly impressive. I didn’t time myself or my breaks, or even keep count, but acting the fool and letting out my temper I “was a beast.” I actually was.
After that I was stupidly high on endorphins for a long time. Now the sore is kicking in, but in a rare treat the feeling is shared equally through back, butt, and legs - meaning I have corrected some form problems. I am highly pleased, and probably really annoying to be around.
Although I opted out of doing shirtless then/now pictures to show my fat but stronger physique - still plan to but last night I just looked or felt too puffy.
Got more comments about the size of, of all things, my arms. I don’t do squat, pun intended, for my arms. I noticed a lot more strangers calling me “muscular” instead of the usual “thin” or “trim” that makes me want to dance in spikey heels. I hate my boss I hate my coworkers I hate my job...
The ability to do stupid human tricks is pleasantly distracting from my personal real reality right now.
Gary is going. He’s been ... my rudder a bit, perhaps a mild anchor? When I complain about the petty harassment in the office, the power fetish of our bosses’ boss, the demeaning reporting policies, abrasive treatment, he’s the one who points out it’s all meaningless, reminds me that for the stupidity it’s obvious they respect me/us, tells stories of real abuse from the private sector, and encourages a broad view without snap decisions. It’s even more pressure because it is advice that typically ends with “I know you’ll do what you want,” or “That’s just my view, use your best judgment.”
He’s super close to retirement, so for him staying was a computation of how much his pension benefit would be depending on when he left. However, he’s leaving as he got, allegedly, an out of the blue call and offer of employment from an old employer on the private side. This means he’s going to make more in a couple months than the differential over the course of 10 years.
Again, USia, when you don’t fucking pay for work, the best move on. And you’re stuck with me - and I’m not afraid to start sentences with conjunctions, nor to use commas for conversational pauses, dot dot dot.
Making his route look that much better is the fact that this news is a week or more old, but while he told the chain of command, he’s annoyed (and I haven’t seen him in a week) that they asked him to keep it under his hat but have failed to make the announcement themselves. I think a highly influential factor is that he lives up towards or north of B’more, and came here under near-false-pretenses over the definition of “flexiplace” while our control fetishist continues to demand in-person meetings, office attendance for no logical reason, and of course fails to attend in person himself (but you can’t argue, he always says “medical” when he doesn’t come in).
I told him, frankly and truthfully, well first I said “shit” and threw in a few damnits for good measure, FOLLOWED by congratulations and “I understand”s (now there is a punctualtion mystery). But following my statements about his departure, revisiting the salary differences between gov and private, and discussion work location/commute issues, I was just considering whether to talk to him about the:
GS 14/15 position that is open at Patent Trademark.
Oddly my DC move would make the commute crappy, and they might not be as friendly about flexiplace which is a 208% deal killer (case in point, this guy), but wondering if I should apply anyway.
So we just lost 2 major senior counsel; 2 very experienced litigators, and frankly for me 2 work friends. I mean we haven’t been to each other’s homes but we do speak socially and I would welcome either to my car/home personal call etc. Wait, actually Sandy does call me personally once in a rare while so yes on that. We just lost 2 counsel, which makes me one of the strongest remaining forces here in this group. One more black female is way too intelligent and strong to keep taking the control fetishism (I’m not being the least bit sarcastic - I heart her too, she’s not likely to stay here, and it will be a major loss PLUS I do like her bunches). We speak the most often about the idiocracy here and she catches and laughs at my passive-aggressive management commentary super fast.
That leaves the recluse, the unqualified jehova witness, me, and a contract with outside counsel. I’m so grateful for the contractor! So...I might, should, better apply for that PTO job. I should also do something far more braverer...keep contact with this attorney and leave the door open to his area of private sector work. In fact I see a lot of potential overlap in the issues of liability determination, and unless he’s just buttered me up all this time, I think he respects me, my mind, my work ethic, and even that lawlike stuffy stuff I do. Perhaps he feels that way not seeing how I write here unicorn flutty boll weevil. His area is one of those I've thought of in the private sector, a reference would make up for the lack of direct experience, and the money sounds inarguable.
What I thought I might write about this morning is how sore I am. Yesterday fuckyouMikefuckyousomuch and I moved squatterday to Squattersunday, and like an idiot I followed him on a challenge workout he has internetted - some % of your max x # times in 20 minutes however you can do or like to do. We video’d his attempt, and I followed (and, foreshadowing, I wish I recorded mine).
First, I was an idiot. I had not eaten properly for days, have MAJOR HEAD ISSUES RIGHT NOW, and, related, had a few drinks the last few days in a row. I was fighting head rushes and general light headedness all day, so the big concern I had, besides a shitty workout, was passing out. I say that to excuse myself because I acted like an idiot in there - not only did I make grunting noises and ki-up noises left over from my teenage wannabe martial arts days, but I stomped, scowled, talked to myself, and paced like darth maul behind a shield.
My intent was just to make a showing and I was nervous about the weight (340). Again, my injury came from and is most expressive on deadlifts. But to my surprise, the weights flew up on my first set and I got a good number (discounted by 1 base on poo form) (that’s bad form, not trying so hard I poo) (but I suppose that would be a legitimate risk and reasonable penalty if too lenient) (why do I bring these things up?) After set 1 I got worse, both fighting lightheadedness and trying to psyche myself up/out to continue to make a good showing. I did - for some reason my lifts were fairly impressive. I didn’t time myself or my breaks, or even keep count, but acting the fool and letting out my temper I “was a beast.” I actually was.
After that I was stupidly high on endorphins for a long time. Now the sore is kicking in, but in a rare treat the feeling is shared equally through back, butt, and legs - meaning I have corrected some form problems. I am highly pleased, and probably really annoying to be around.
Although I opted out of doing shirtless then/now pictures to show my fat but stronger physique - still plan to but last night I just looked or felt too puffy.
Got more comments about the size of, of all things, my arms. I don’t do squat, pun intended, for my arms. I noticed a lot more strangers calling me “muscular” instead of the usual “thin” or “trim” that makes me want to dance in spikey heels. I hate my boss I hate my coworkers I hate my job...
The ability to do stupid human tricks is pleasantly distracting from my personal real reality right now.
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Date: 2014-07-01 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-01 01:28 am (UTC)Here is a pretty song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeJGATZ8Yx4&index=1&list=PLA3C7CF2CD45DF04C
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Date: 2014-07-02 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-07-01 06:40 am (UTC)Sorry the workout was too hard, but whee, endorphins!
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Date: 2014-07-02 02:39 am (UTC)This post was laugh out loud funny, dude. Also nearly free of errors!
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Date: 2014-07-02 03:33 am (UTC)