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Silver line in the cloud, there surely is no hurry, but would you mind showing up?!


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things to be grateful for – day five (and no typos)

No intended ones, anyway.

Funny things you see in this city: cactus listening to lovely music.
Grateful for a heartfelt laugh, last night ūüôā

listening to lovely music

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Apocalyptic Pollyanna

So,
I have been struggling in the last few weeks to find something funny to talk about, or find the funny part in whatever was going on around me.
Truth is, there are times that no matter how hard you try to pick yourself up, you simply can’t. And you have no other option but to live with it. And hope for a better day, tomorrow.

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I moved in – work-wise – with demigod. The first week was a nightmare. The second was worse.
Having to go to his office ten times a day and answering his five daily calls and twenty e-mails was exhausting, but being three metres away, oh dear!, he sings and whistles and asks for anything any second, no way to concentrate on whatever it is you are doing. Trying to do, more like.
Then, well, I could not just feel miserable, and tried to find the good side in this…whatchamacallit.
I arrive hours before he does, and now that he knows it, he no longer frowns when I try to leave early.
And he makes me coffee.
And brought me a Christmas present.
And for the first time in my life I can take the week off.
And from my new window I SEE THE SKY!

So basically the Apocalypse was a nice improvement in my life.

...and then one starts to see the beautiful things again

…and then one starts to see the beautiful things again


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rushing away

I was away for a few days.

When I arrived home, on Monday night…surprise! I had left the fridge open.

Now, I realise for most people this might be a major source of distress, what with rotting food, wasted money, nothing to eat. And I am no exception.

And once again, here comes the silver line: the fridge was empty ūüėÄ


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Minidemigods – it’s a big community

I am biased, I know, and I tell myself I should try not to be. 
Then I hear conversations like this…

                                                                                

– He’s a wonderful person, very clever, not afraid of powerful people, not a Yes Man

– Oh you’re right!

– Definitely!

– Absolutely!

– I could not agree more!

– That’s what I have always thought of Mr X

– Actually, we were talking about Mr Y

– That’s what I always thought of him, too, of course


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A call from Demigod

Then I got another contract extension. 
On the bright side, the world still has somebody who works to “do good”.
On the dark side, Demigod thinks he is entitled to treat me as a slave more than he did.
On the “oh, come on, let’s be practical” side,¬†I will still have money to buy food at the end of this year.
Sounds good enough for a Monday morning.

                                                                                     

Thursday was a holiday.
Friday most people decided to take an extra day off, and have a long weekend. Sweet.

I was one of the many.
The many who decided to take the Friday off, but…

Wednesday afternoon, around five, call from Demigod.
Trembling, I pick up the phone, and there he goes with his “did-you-want-to-leave-early?-muahuahuahuah”¬†requests: write a speech for a conference, reply to a message he won’t be bothered to read, collect and analyse financial data on whatever it was…

I reply sure, it will all be ready by Monday, we can have a quick check then.

Monday? did I hear well? I want to discuss these things with you on Friday. Did anyone say you could take a day off on Friday? wait, I have a call on the other line, will call you back…

Now, I don’t want to split hairs, but my contract says I work from home and have to come to the office only for meetings. I am not supposed to be here everyday. And I do. So actually working from home every now and then should not be an issue, in my humble opinion.
Little did I know that with each extension I would have become more of a slave and less of a consultant.
I knew better than to argue with him, so I waited for him to call back.




Six thirty I was still waiting. Put my coat on and went to Demigod’s Office.
He was gone.

Friday morning – still tired from a wonderful dinner that had turned into late night chat and a long drive – I was at my desk.
Call to Demigod. No answer.
Call to Demigod, again. No answer, again.
Lunchtime, still no trace of him.

It felt great to take the afternoon off, after all.

 


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Demigod and the Centre of the Universe

As I said, I have a plethora of bosses.

Let’s focus on the two we’ll probably talk about again. And again:

Demigod:¬†high level officer who sometimes behaves as if he were a demigod. Which is apparently the rule among his peers.¬†We work in the same building. Me confined to the attic, which is¬†not as cool as it sounds. Except during the winter, when it’s really cool.¬†

Centre of the Universe: in charge of the project I currently work on. An extremely indecisive person, he recently resolved to rule the World. He works far away, which is the perfect distance.
I am not sure what he does, to be honest. He probably is the one I should refer to as “supervisor” when applying for other jobs. Which of course I don’t. The supervisor thing.

Monday¬†last week¬†I receive an a-mail from CoU asking to pick up his passport and send it to his office. Half an hour later another e-mail says no, don’t send anything, I am coming to see Demigod next week.

Now, running around to pick up stuff is not exactly what I am paid (???) for, ¬†but¬†given the rough spot we’ve been through lately, I try to be nice. And win a¬†morning off ;).
Passport at my place, I wait for more instructions. Nothing. For two weeks.

Yesterday, around five, I get a message for CoU “Demigod was supposed to arrange next week’s meeting but I haven’t heard from him, send the passport now”.
Next week? I thought it was this one.
Demigod arrange a meeting?! Like, the Queen cooking dinner. I was impressed. Well, I would have been, had this meeting actually taken place.

Am I supposed to go around with his passport with me all the time,  just in case he wants me to send it immediately?
Shame on me, I had no idea.
We had a weird exchange

¬†” I’ll try to do it in the afternoon (it was something past five by then, no way to get it done), otherwise¬†on Tuesday. I told you I would be leaving tomorrow”

“No, send it now, I need it. Oh, and I won’t be coming to work until Tuesday too”

I was puzzled.

“So there’s no need to rush through the city with this storm? I don’t think it’s sensible to risk my health for a passport you wouldn’t be able to have in your hands before Tuesday anyway”

“Tuesday is perfect”

The subtle art of pointing out the obvious.

Needless to say, quarter to midnight he decided I need not send the passport after all.

How many more will I get before Tuesday comes?