Wednesday, Sept. 06, 2006
Okay, I give. I always figured those dial up "acellerators" were just so much bologna.
Well, guess what, y'all. It makes a world of difference. This page took a good thirty seconds to download on dial up until the accellerator came into the picture. Now it's nearer three seconds, if that. When I'm trying to hit the maximum number of sites in a minimum amount of time, that's a pretty wide disparity.
For the second night in a row, I brought work home. Considerably less tonight than last night, granted, but still work. And I didn't leave until late already.
Gee... I think I'm beginning to see a pattern developing here. Every frigging job I get, in fact. Unlike previous work, I at least am getting a reasonably decent paycheck here relative to the cost of living, so I can deal, at least for a year or two. I hope I can, anyway.
My boss is a character. Still can't decide if I like him or not. I don't really dislike him, but the office in general rolls eyes at him because everything he says takes about four times as long as it should. Part of it is the language barrier, as he's relatively new to the US. The bigger issue, however, is his tendency to repeat himself ad nauseam. Maybe it's that he's still uncertain enough about his English that he's afraid of being misunderstood. It's nonetheless extremely frustrating when you've got a Mt. St. Helens on the verge of erupting a paper storm on your desk and it takes him thirty minutes to spit out a one-sentence idea.
I'll deal, though, one way or another. I get the impression he's not overly thrilled with his job, either, which probably exacerbates the whole mess. It's not like I don't understand THAT.
Come to think of it, my former boss was the same way - took twice as long as anyone should to say a tenth as much.
Or maybe it's a woman thing: you start a sentence and before you get all the words out, another woman will know exactly where you're going, finish it for you to let you know she understands, and you can both move on to the next thing. My former boss used to expect me to spend an hour a day with our underwriting manager, telling her how to do her job, and calling it "support."
Y'all, women don't work like that, or at least I don't. I give simple, clear directions and get the hell out of the way so my employee can do what they were hired to do. If there's a problem, they can ask for help or if it starts looking too questionable, I can step in. Talking someone to death is a waste of everybody's time. It's right up there with constantly standing over somebody's shoulder once they know what they're doing. It's pointless and conducive to turning somebody into a nervous wreck.
Thank God I don't have to deal with THAT here.
Then again, I guess it all hinges on the employee. There are a few who need a keeper instead of a boss.
Some days I would almost prefer to fall into that category just so there aren't so many expectations. I've already realized that I've set my own damned bar too high here. Someday I may learn, but obviously it's not gonna be today.
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 - )