Radiogurl a la Carte

Tuesday, Sept. 19, 2006
Mrs. Rogers

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, or something like that. More accurately, it's a beautiful NIGHT in the neighborhood. MC and I walked the few short blocks to downtown to deliver some papers.

No, I'm not typically a newspaper delivery person, but in this case I live close so I dropped off some ad copy to one of our customers after-hours. It was actually a nice walk - six blocks, technically, but the temperature is perfect and we took our time. And yes, we still walk hand-in-hand pretty much wherever we go.

I was forewarned that my boss would hijack me at every opportunity and dump more into my lap - some of which is not overly productive. (This is other managers warning me, not just other people in the department.) And there may come a time at which I draw a line. Today I came mighty close, since he managed to piss off an important contact while explaining to me how she was so demanding, yada yada. I don't think she was demanding, I think he was a yutz. But I kept my mouth shut - barely - and let him go on. Meanwhile I wrote off that contact for good. He sent a cc of his email to the publisher, which makes sense if you're in the right and the customer is really a loser, but in this case I don't think it was the best call he could've made.

Doesn't really surprise me, though, after the publisher asked me at my initial interview if I would be interested in management. I'd say I got the impression that the job's due to come open shortly, but given that my BOSS mentioned his plans to "eventually" leave when he interviewed me and asked me if I'd be interested, we bypassed the realm of "impression" and waltzed right into the territory of "blatant."

I will say, however, that this illuminated some of my own bad habits as a manager, things I didn't even realize I was doing at the time. Hopefully the lesson will stick with me so I don't repeat my mistakes.

All of this goes back to my conviction that everything happens for a reason - even bad or mixed-up bosses. My bad bosses made me determined not to emulate them - this one steers me away from other miscalculations and such. He's not a jerk, though he can be annoying to the point that when someone goes to ask him a question they ALWAYS tell the rest of us (in all seriousness,) "If I'm not out in ten minutes make an excuse to get me away!"

Yes, I'm feeling a little less stressed overall today than yesterday, though if anything I should be more so. Work was insane and then some today and especially this afternoon. At one point I had four people waiting for me at the front desk and three on the phone. I had two more messages on my cell phone tonight when I got home from work, two I wasn't even aware had been left until I got home and had time to check.

Then this afternoon my son-in-law called to say my youngest daughter is in the hospital. They're not exactly sure what they're dealing with. They said the ultrasound and other tests suggested a couple of possibilities - one, that she's actually pregnant with twins and that one of the babies is an ectopic pregnancy. They also said she could be on the verge of miscarrying, though so far it looks like she and junior are holding their own. Of course if there's an ectopic pregnancy, a theraputic abortion is a given. In that instance, I don't know if it would be possible to abort the ectopic embryo without destroying the healthy pregnancy, or even if it would be reasonable to try.

They do know she's got a particularly nasty UTI, which of course adds its own layer of misery to the game. She unfortunately is one of those young women for whom the problem is chronic no matter what she does. It also hasn't been very long since she was diagnosed with a severe form of pelvic inflammatory disease. Supposedly they treated that, but I imagine after all of the ineffective treatments she's taken, the bug's morphed into a drug-resistant superbug.

So while Mother Nature is being more or less kind in terms of the weather (if you don't count the mosquitoes and other creepy-crawlies and multilegged aviator-ites,) I can't exactly say it was a great day, either.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )