Devil's Work

[snaples]

A few things:

The Devil is in the Details
Where I work, I am an administrative goddess. I say this with the utmost modesty, I assure you. But since I am the only one with the knowledge, the experience and the willingness to do so, I consider myself an admin genius where I work; I say this, because no one else will. Oh I get the occasional "you're the king" and "wow, how did you do that so fast?", but all in all, it's a pretty thankless job. Don't get me wrong, though; I love my job. Not many people get to say that. Not many get to wake up in the morning and actually look forward to an hour and a half commute to a job they love. Pretty much the only thing bringing me back home is my family; otherwise, I think I would sleep there. But like any job, you have your pet peeves. Mine is a specific co-worker whose mind is only on retirement. And while I bend over backwards to make sure his customers are happy, he does nothing to help me on this. So the customers are unhappy and they gravitate toward the other salesman who, not to put too fine a point on it, is pretty much a sales god. Fast, reliable, pleasant, attractive voice and my O my what a photographic memory. Sharpshooter, as they say, and I know he will go far. I am his equivalent where paperwork is concerned, with the same applicable skills. Together, we can rule a small planet. Sadly, though, the slower co-worker just doesn't have it. He isn't ... there. He doesn't ... care. And this ... annoys me. This makes me the devil, because he is truly otherwise a sweet man.

Always behave like a duck - keep calm and unruffled on the surface but paddle like the devil underneath.

Let the devil catch you but by a single hair, and you are his forever
So ... I understand that this blog used to be very fanfic/art-driven, but something happened, and I suddenly have topics to talk about.  I never had anything to talk about, but now it seems every single thing that happens in my life is an interesting topic for my blog.  Well, in my point of view, I certainly do not allege that anything I write about here is interesting to anybody but myself, but it is a sort of therapy ... nay, meditation for my soul to write about things that occur to me.  Which, in essence, I think is the point of a blog.  That and lots of smutty sex.  So to those who are waiting for HP art and/or fanfic, it is coming -- there's just going to be a lot of inane chatter in between. :D

Idle Hands are the Devil's Tools
Watched Paul Blart, Mall Cop tonight.  Eh.  It had funny moments, certainly.  But not the bent over laughing my ass off funny I thought it would be.  I hate when my standards are disapointed.  Kevin James is certainly more suited for sitcoms rather than movies.

So this was my ego-centric moment of the day.  Please don't think any less of me.  I needed it. :)

Comments

[accioslash]

I love chatter on blogs. Please keep it up. I always read though am randomly quiet and chatty. I *do* like art and fan fic, but I'm interested in the person behind it and you don't typically get much insight if all they post is fan work.

I saw Mall Cop in the theater. Clearly they used every humorous moment in the trailer. Not to mention the theater shows these behind the scenes moments that showed everything else. I could have just watched it and seen another movie but still have had the same experience. *shrugs*

I have mixed feelings about your sales guy. My husband is a salesman and, frankly, if people truly have the customer in mind, it seems unfair to force them to work with retirement guy when the success of their business is potentially tied to that salesman. I know that sales god can't handle all the business contacts and retirement guy needs to eat, too. But it still chafes me when my husband - who is his company sales god - talks about their retirement guy and how it affects his business. Sadly, they do not have a savvy administrative assistant.

[snaples]

What typically annoys me about retirement guy is that he creates a lot more work than is strictly necessary, and though with the economy these days being the way it is, I can certainly find the time to help him fix his booboos. But eventually business will pick up again, and sales god and I simply won't have time to help him. What annoys me is that he asks me questions, which I answer, and he will ask them again ten minutes later. He does not take notes, he flushes informative e-mails, etc. What irritates me is that he swears, slams his fist on his desk when he gets frustrated with the system and mutters constantly about quitting his job since he 'doesn't really need it, but needs to cushion his retirement pension because of the economy'.

I can certainly understand mistakes -- I make them daily, and I still bug my trainer with questions. But I cannot stand indifference, specially where my time is implicated and might be affected down the line. Because as much as he can annoy me, I can't just stand around and let himself be questioned about his mistakes over and over again.

I know this all sounds arrogant, and perhaps I am expressing myself badly -- but we are only a handful in the office (me being the only woman) so things like this really affect me.

Mall Cop - totally agree; everything good was in the trailer.

Chatter - this is not something I was used to do, and perhaps the reason why I was dropping from the blog scene so often -- writer's block would happen and I would have nothing to talk about. But now I am getting into the habit, and find it quite therapeutic. :)

Thanks for that response!!

[accioslash]

Sometimes I think I am a terrible team player. I accept that people have different investment/skill levels and everyone has something valuable to contribute. But people who are a drain on the team resources due to indifference/laziness/irresponsibility just raise my hackles. It's probably a very good thing that I am retired. ;D

I think blogs are very different today then when I started. And you were around before me. I think I joined on-line fandom in 2003 or 2004 and the message seemed to be srs bsns. We're just here for the fic/art/meta. No one cares about your silly personal life. That may be an exaggeration, but I clearly recall people saying they defriended people who posted too much rl stuff and not enough "real" content. But it appeared that as more people met in rl they had a desire to keep in touch even when they no longer had the same fandom in common.

But I still get twitchy sometimes when I post too much non-fan related content. Or if I post too much about any fandom that isn't HP. It's not like I experienced mass defriendings, but I appear to expect that to happen if I stop being sufficiently entertaining. I'm sure that's silly, but it's still true. ;D *uses special icon in lieu of actual commentary*

[snaples]

Well that co-worker was fired ... it seems whatever he may have contributed was outweighed by the costly mistakes he was doing. How ever annoyed and irritated I may have been, it was still a sad day, and not something I wish on anyone. It affected us greatly.

Blogs, specifically fan-related blogs, began in a very ... I loath to use the word 'demanding', but yet in a sense were, environment back when I began. Personal posts were often ignored by the majority and commented on by very few, and usually by those who knew the person on a closer level. I think it changed drastically since that time -- I think readers are more forgiving and open-minded today, and don't forget that the majority of writers and fans of the various fandoms started at a relatively young age (I know I was), and I suppose over the years a certain maturity has settled as well, where we realize that real life does have a bearing on what we write on a personal basis.

Like you, however, I do get my twitchy moments. But then I remember I write primarily for myself :)