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Has it come to this?

March 27, 2008 1 comment
 
I was minding my own business in my hotel room, playing Scrabulous on facebook and I noticed the advertising on the side panel. It said, ‘Over 30 and single? You are getting alone and older faster than you think.’
 
How terrible is that? It was accompanied by a picture of a person (can’t figure out the gender) without any teeth.
 
At least I know what my future holds and I’ll save a lot of money on toothpaste.
Categories: Uncategorized

I’ll never get those hours back.

March 25, 2008 Leave a comment
 
I just spent 5 hours in customs today. It was insane. And you never know when they’re going to call you so you can’t pull out your laptop and do any work. And they won’t let you turn on your cell phone so you can’t text message or call anyone.
 
I was bad though. I turned on my cell phone to send a quickie txt msg to a co-worker to let them know I’d missed my flight.
 
Customs bastards.
Categories: Work

False alarm.

March 23, 2008 Leave a comment
 
I went to check on the status of my favourite coffee shop – it’s ok. It’s still open. And now they offer breakfast and lunch.
 
I don’t know if it’s any good, because I went on Easter Sunday and they were closed.
 
Maybe next time.
Categories: Uncategorized

Is this what I have to look forward to?

March 21, 2008 Leave a comment
 
I have been inundated with information regarding the difficulties of managing Gen Y (born 1981 or later). These articles list this generation’s strengths and weaknesses but don’t give useful management strategies.
 
Their strengths include that they are tech-savvy, are creative and work well in teams.
 
Their shortcomings include that they "lack the real-world grounding it takes to deal with responsibility, accountability and setbacks… they’ve been overparented, overindulged and overprotected – they haven’t experienced that much failure, frustration, pain. We were so obsessed with protecting and promoting their self-esteem that they crumble like cookies when they discover the world doesn’t revolve around them. You have to be very careful how you talk to them because they take everything as criticism." Apparently this has a lot to do with the fact that they don’t get their school work marked in red ink. "These are kids who have a bunch of participation awards. They think they should be rewarded for showing up at work."
 
This isn’t encouraging for me as a manager. I’m old school and come from the "life isn’t fair so suck it up buttercup" mentality. I may be obsolete. Crap.
 
Categories: Work

I need rubber pants.

March 20, 2008 Leave a comment
 
Something very disturbing has been happening at work. Whenever I wash my hands in the large restroom, I leave the restroom with a large wet spot, perfectly round and the size of a softball, on my right thigh.
 
This has been happening for about two weeks now. I don’t get it when I wash my hands in the sink in the single restroom so it can’t be something I’m doing, yet no one else in the office seems to have this wet spot, so it can’t be the sink… unless no one else in the company washes their hands after they pee.
 
In other news: I was very close to shaving my head today – not completely bald but totally buzzed. The guy in the next chair at the hairdresser was getting his cut that way and I almost said "do it like his". But I’ll wait for the next haircut. I have meetings with a client next week in SoCal so I’ll try not to be too flagrantly dykey.
 
In yet other news: You know how I wanted dirty PPE so I wouldn’t look like a green inspector next week? I’ve been looking at my dirty gear and all I keep thinking is, "I should wash that…" ugh. My virgo brain works against me sometimes.
Categories: Work

The universe takes care of everything.

March 18, 2008 Leave a comment
 
I am going on an inspection next week, which means I have to get inside the pipeline. I haven’t been inside a pipeline in maybe four years as I’ve been riding a desk. And when I did get in the pipe that four year ago, I borrowed PPE. PPE stands for Personal Protective Equipment and includes things like your hard hat and steel toed boots. Well, I did own my own boots, but everything else I borrowed.
 
Now I will be doing quarterly inspections with the field crews so I bought my own PPE. It’s brand spanking new. Squeeky clean. It screams "THIS WOMAN HAS NOT BEEN INSIDE A PIPELINE IN FOUR YEARS". Not good.
 
I considered rolling around in the mud to dirty up my gear but Toronto has been getting record snowfalls and everything is clean and white. There’s no mud. And my neighours would likely wonder what his crazy woman with the climbing helmet, headlamp and hip waders was doing rolling around on the muddy ground.
 
So I have virgin PPE and this is why I was dreading my field appearance next week.
 
Until…. we got a call on our emergency leak line – there was an inspection that one of our partners was doing here in mississauga – very close to my home in fact. They needed someone to sub-contract a rescue service for the inspector entering the pipeline (a confined space) and the inspector wanted someone to go into the pipeline with him. So I spent all morning today crawling around in a 60" concrete pipe getting my gear good and dirty.
 
The lord provides. Hallelujah.
 
Categories: Work

Another reason to not like dogs: their owners.

March 12, 2008 Leave a comment
 
I went to meet some friends to play squash yesterday. We play at one friend’s condo’s gym so it’s free so you know I love it.
 
On the way into the condo complex, I notice a guy on the sidewalk while his dog does its business in a parky type area on the condo grounds. I notice the guy is not carrying a baggie, nor does he go to where the dog did his business. The dog finishes and they go inside. I follow while dodging piles of dog doo on the sidewalk.
 
And then I see the worst part, not only does irresponsible dog owner not pick up after his dog, the area his dog was running and ‘doo’ing off leash was clearly marked "NO PETS ALLOWED – please take your dogs to the off leash area on the North side of the building".
 
Ugh. Civil disobedience sucks sometimes.