My God, you people are a state. And I was going to be the whiny bitch who came in to post...
Quote:As part of the renewed effort to facilitate my understanding of the travails of the administration of whom I have been scornful, I receive an email containing the minutes of the biweekly "Leadership Team" meeting. This week's missive contained the following:
Quote:*{Herr Direktor} Walking through Shelter – {Herr Direcktor} continues to periodically walk through the shelter. At times (s)he witnesses staff members having a bad day or negative interactions. {Herr Direktor} may start asking to speak with them to find out what is going on. {Herr Direktor} will assess this on a case by case basis and will always follow up with the Leadership Team member.
Wow. Incredible. (S)he is considering................ talking to the staff.
I drink after work with these people. We hang out. We actually, like, work on the same tasks together. I know exactly why they are having bad days. But I am not a team player. **** fuckity **** **** ****.
...which actually caused me to LOL(ruefully), not grimace and grit (or, perhaps, "GaG").
But I've got most of my teeth intact and painless, I've only got a bit of a cough from the recent daily cigarette allowance together with Sunday night's indulgent indulgence, and today's little back spasms are already passing. I hope you all find some relief of those natural shocks that flesh is heir to and so on and so forth.
