Divisions and Precisions

Office Politics Suck

Okay.. so I've been playing around with some site counters like Site Meter and Nedstat. Those are the little square graphics at the bottom of most of the pages. So far it's really cool, not only can I spot how many people are reading, but I can usually spot who's reading and when. I find this immensely neat. And, most exciting of all for a relatively new journaller, there's a domain that keeps showing up, and I don't know who it is! Do you realize what this means? It means that I might have a regular reader who isn't already a family member or friend! Either that, or it's someone I know checking things from work, but hey.

Design Goddess Ceit has once again saved the day. The enormous graphic on the index page should load much faster now, or at least, should seem to. Instead of being one large picture, I cut it into nine smaller ones. This too, is immensely neat. Can you tell that I've found a new obsession? Everytime I think I'm done with everything except the entries themselves, something else will occur to me, or something else will need changing. I should have realized Law Number One of Web Page Design: Web sites are never 'done'. Or rather, once they are, they're dead.

Everytime I try to sit here and get my thoughts together, the phone rings or someone comes by to talk to me. Argh. The phone ringing I can deal with. I mean, that's my job. I kind of have to deal with it. And I don't mind talking to people usually, but... not when I'm trying to write, you know? I wish I could hang a sign on my cube that says something like "WRITING RECEPTIONIST -- DO NOT DISTURB". Somehow I don't think management would appreciate that though. I mean, it's one thing for me to work on my web site and my journal while I'm at work, it's another thing entirely to flaunt doing so.

Speaking of work, I guess my supervisor found a (heh) treasure trove of internal emails from The Banal One to our last supervisor. One of them, from last September, was forwarded to me I'll share it, in its entirety:

"Here's another FYI -- Lisa was also late this morning. I don't know how late, because she was here before me. But she told me she was late, and that she called B. from home to let him know what was going on. Something about cutting herself in the foot with an exacto knife this morning. Just wanted to let you know, in case either of them forgets to mention it."

According to Jo, there are hundreds of these in Lance's email folders. I mean, how petty is that? She must have been spending her days watching the rest of us and snitching at the slightest opportunity. I don't know about anyone else, but I have better things to do with my time, like write snarky journal entries about coworkers. ;)

Oh, and for the record: I did cut my foot with an exacto knife that day. I remember it quite well. Damn thing fell off the counter and sliced my toes. (And thank you so much for bringing up such a painful memory!)

The atmosphere here is not always the greatest. There's a sort of 'us against her' sort of feeling, which I try to stay out of. But everytime I think I can deal with The Banal One, something like this comes up. Ah well, at least I only have to work with her. I could have been her. There but for the grace of God, you know?