March 23, 2000
Apathetic and Hyper At The Same Time
So I'm sitting here thinking... maybe that Frappuchino I had at lunch wasn't such a good idea. I'm very... twitchy, for lack of a better word.Of course, it's been a twitchy sort of day all around. Tomorrow I head out to Stillwater, Oklahoma, host of Steelcon 2000. Steelcon 2000, of course, being a gathering of some of the gaming geeks populating the Southwest -- and, I imagine, one silly Midwestern chick. Said Midwestern chick, of course, heading down that way to meet a certain young man she's been talking to for a couple of years online.
Hence, reason for said Midwestern chick's twitchiness. Well, that and the Frappuchino.
Honestly though, today has not been a pile of fun. The Dreaded Data Entry Project was supposed to have been finished today, and I realized pretty quickly when I got in that it wasn't going to happen. My manager (as opposed to my immediate supervisor) came over for an update and was less than thrilled when I told him the project should be done by Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest. "That's too late!" he exclaimed.
Allow me to explain: the project I'm working on is one I do every year. It's a series of spreadsheets that figures each support rep's annual average call statistics (minutes per call, calls per day, etc.). They use it for the annual reviews. Annual reviews have always taken place in late April. Well apparently this year they moved it up and didn't bother to let me know. However, I'm having a hard time caring deep down about this, because, frankly, this is not a life or death situation. The company is not going to go under if the review sheets are a day or two late, as the reviews won't start for another several weeks anyway, after tax season.
This whole incident has served to make me think, at least. If something apparently so imperative to my supervisors just makes me shrug, I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't move on. I understand the whole idea of not defining myself based on my job. I got that down last year about this time. However, should I really stay somewhere where my priorities are that different from those around me? I don't know, honestly. But then, this job is very comfortable, as I've said over and over. I guess maybe I'm feeling some guilt for taking off at a kinda important (at least to them) time, in addition to not caring as much as the people around me.
I don't know. I'm babbling. It's the caffeine and the nerves talking.
I hate flying. Have I mentioned that I hate flying? Airplane seats are not designed for the fuller figure, and that's the truth. Along with the whole 'gee it might crash and I might die' phobia thing. Although, to be honest, the only time I really worry about that is when we're taking off. The rest of the time I just worry about delays and cancellations and the like. I never really think of myself as a control freak until I'm travelling and my travel plans are out of my control.
There's a chance I may be able to write an entry or two while I'm in Oklahoma. If that's the case, I'll post them (along with pictures!) on Monday. Either way, I'm sure I'll be posting something on Monday. (Yes, I know. I said this last entry. Deal with it. ;-) )
Posted by Lisa at March 23, 2000 06:39 PM
