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It is raining like crazy today in Maryland. (I am not outside, so raindrops really aren't falling on my head, but they are rattling on the air conditioning unit outside my office window. And "Raindrops Keep Falling on the Air Conditioning Unit Outside My Window" isn't very catchy and is a mite long. Not like length has ever bothered my before. My, Felak, aren't we being risque today?)
Anyway, I was not stricken yesterday as predicted by writer's block, but this damned thing called work kept getting in the way of getting much done. Damn that thing! (Just kidding.) Johnny was having me run and present a lot of numbers pertaining to our grant this year, but hey, isn't that what I am, a statistician? I like numbers; words and numbers. I would spend all day with both, if I could. (And Bobby, of course.)
But I just got back from a meeting with one of our people in Finance, and she was very impressed with the work we did, so it was okay.
Bobby had a bad day at work yesterday, so I took him out to dinner. We just went to Applebee's because it's right down the street from us, and he could get a beer and the food is usually pretty good. Apparently, there's a pissing battle going on between two of the managers in his office, and as he has become the "favorite son" of both, then he is kind of caught in the middle. Let me qualify that Bobby is probably the hardest working person in the office. Without going into details (because I can't) I know of at least five major projects he is working on right now while some of his coworkers do nothing but surf the Internet all day. And yesterday, he came back from lunch, and one of his supervisors started yelling at him because he is no longer working on another project, one of hers. Like I told Bobby, and he agrees, there is a problem immediately when a supervisor is willing to yell at her employees. Yelling is as much an act of aggression as hitting someone (although, naturally, it is less serious because it doesn't cause physical damage) and when supervisors start acting aggressively--even verbally, psychologically--toward their employees, that is a problem. If a supervisor can't be professional enough to control her temper and approach problems in a calm, professional manner, then she has no business being a supervisor. Plus, Bobby left the other project only because he has no time for it, and as he aptly pointed out to her, there are people in the office who do nothing but surf the Internet all day, and she has the nerve to yell at him.
He apparently stuck up for himself, assertively (not aggressively, so not yelling back, although it must have been tempting), and I'm proud of him for that. He said he was having a Fëanorian moment. He says that he's worked too hard to get where he is to accept such blatantly disrespectful behavior from anyone. I agree.
I am all for assertiveness. I am assertive (sometimes a little meaner than I like) but also a pacifist. I worry about Bobby sometimes because his father is both obnoxious and aggressive and is always threatening to "bust someone in the mouth" and has lost most of his respect at work because of this. (We both work for the same agency; the same bureau even!) Sadly, he thinks that this kind of behavior has earned him respect. (Of course, he is also a pathological liar, and I suppose that he thinks people actually believe the sh*t he says and think higher of him as a result. Despicable. Bobby used to be pathological like that, but that was broken quickly, let me tell you!)
Anyway, the remedy worked, and Bobby and I had a nice, quiet evening at home after. We indulged our inner-nerd by watching the last Star Wars, since we're seeing Episode III this weekend, and I hadn't seen the last one yet. I like the movies but I can't bring myself to become obsessed with them. Not like I could handle any more obsessions anyway, as The Sil takes up enough of my time as is.
I just realized that I have had a very content and balanced week. No hypomania and especially no dysthymia. I know that the incidences of mental illness is higher among artists, and I wonder if my creativity is contingent on my "quirks." Apparently not this week, as I have had a great week creatively and no mood swings.
Steadily yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain
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Anyway, I was not stricken yesterday as predicted by writer's block, but this damned thing called work kept getting in the way of getting much done. Damn that thing! (Just kidding.) Johnny was having me run and present a lot of numbers pertaining to our grant this year, but hey, isn't that what I am, a statistician? I like numbers; words and numbers. I would spend all day with both, if I could. (And Bobby, of course.)
But I just got back from a meeting with one of our people in Finance, and she was very impressed with the work we did, so it was okay.
Bobby had a bad day at work yesterday, so I took him out to dinner. We just went to Applebee's because it's right down the street from us, and he could get a beer and the food is usually pretty good. Apparently, there's a pissing battle going on between two of the managers in his office, and as he has become the "favorite son" of both, then he is kind of caught in the middle. Let me qualify that Bobby is probably the hardest working person in the office. Without going into details (because I can't) I know of at least five major projects he is working on right now while some of his coworkers do nothing but surf the Internet all day. And yesterday, he came back from lunch, and one of his supervisors started yelling at him because he is no longer working on another project, one of hers. Like I told Bobby, and he agrees, there is a problem immediately when a supervisor is willing to yell at her employees. Yelling is as much an act of aggression as hitting someone (although, naturally, it is less serious because it doesn't cause physical damage) and when supervisors start acting aggressively--even verbally, psychologically--toward their employees, that is a problem. If a supervisor can't be professional enough to control her temper and approach problems in a calm, professional manner, then she has no business being a supervisor. Plus, Bobby left the other project only because he has no time for it, and as he aptly pointed out to her, there are people in the office who do nothing but surf the Internet all day, and she has the nerve to yell at him.
He apparently stuck up for himself, assertively (not aggressively, so not yelling back, although it must have been tempting), and I'm proud of him for that. He said he was having a Fëanorian moment. He says that he's worked too hard to get where he is to accept such blatantly disrespectful behavior from anyone. I agree.
I am all for assertiveness. I am assertive (sometimes a little meaner than I like) but also a pacifist. I worry about Bobby sometimes because his father is both obnoxious and aggressive and is always threatening to "bust someone in the mouth" and has lost most of his respect at work because of this. (We both work for the same agency; the same bureau even!) Sadly, he thinks that this kind of behavior has earned him respect. (Of course, he is also a pathological liar, and I suppose that he thinks people actually believe the sh*t he says and think higher of him as a result. Despicable. Bobby used to be pathological like that, but that was broken quickly, let me tell you!)
Anyway, the remedy worked, and Bobby and I had a nice, quiet evening at home after. We indulged our inner-nerd by watching the last Star Wars, since we're seeing Episode III this weekend, and I hadn't seen the last one yet. I like the movies but I can't bring myself to become obsessed with them. Not like I could handle any more obsessions anyway, as The Sil takes up enough of my time as is.
I just realized that I have had a very content and balanced week. No hypomania and especially no dysthymia. I know that the incidences of mental illness is higher among artists, and I wonder if my creativity is contingent on my "quirks." Apparently not this week, as I have had a great week creatively and no mood swings.
Steadily yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain
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