Dream Silently

…and all I loved, I loved alone.

November 6, 2007

The Cold War

The cold war is a sweet bitterness between smiles of gritting teeth and soothing lies. While the stress has gone down with the extra lab help that I’ve finally been able to get, S and I’s fighting has gone behind the scenes. I don’t even think he realizes how irritated I get with him.

At the end of october (about the last week) I took a vacation that I had scheduled clear back in July (in the PROPER manner and I PROPERLY informed parties to INSURE that I had someone to cover me). I had to retake my FE and knew I’d probably be needing a break with the project about then. Well, I get back to find that nothing got done while I was gone (at least not as much got done if I had been there overseeing crap) and S had left me a list of things needed in the lab. Well, I’m broke… I don’t have the money to get non essential things right now. I called the office and talked to G because S wants a new chair (two of them are like falling apart, but still work), asked her if she was going to be making a trip to Office Max in the near future. She said she hadn’t been planning on it, but then asked why. I told her about the request. She tells me that he had already asked about that and he was informed that he should go buy it and then expense it.

WHAT THE FUCK?

So, the cold war started. And I think a few people figured it out. I am flat out refusing to buy anything, until Scott says we’re not partners and I am boss or he goes out and becomes and equal partner. G is siding with me on this. Just because I’m the woman, doesn’t mean I have to do all the shopping. Now if it was confirmed that I am management, then yeah, I would step up and do what it takes to keep those under my supervision happy. As it is, if S and I are a partnership we should be alternating and sharing the god damn work. I do the fucking shopping on my off time! Does he think I’m made of money and do nothing but things for work when I’m not clocking hours?! It’s not my responsibility to keep him stocked in fucking soda (a discussion for another time).

Oh… on another note, like the new layout (I’m still working on it, but it’s good to share now)? And my vacation was just lovely…

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