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By God but we're busy at work. I mean it's no surprise, it's that time of year, but wow.
I had intended to write a long rant this evening, but quite frankly I don't have it in me right now. I guess I'm not as annoyed as I thought I was - it's not anything at work or anything like that, no; Bryan's been paying attention to the world of politics again, you see. I say politics, but it's hardly that these days, and it ain't getting any better. The rant will still come, but I shall polish it mentally for a while until I feel up to the task of putting into words. Just rattling along like this is more amenable to my mental and physical state right now.
Having a heap of stuff to get through at work is generally a good thing, but I have to confess that I'm finding it rather draining right now. I have a picture to finish, a model, too. I'd also quite like to write something other than the pending rant and odd LJ entries, but lethargy is the dominant force right here, right now. I have just enough energy to faff around doing this and looking a few things up on the web, then I shall drag myself off for a shower and a - for me - early night.
We have just advertised for a new minion at work. And I have just found out that I shall be managing said lackey. Oh dear, that means I shall have two underlings. I do so hate managing people; I really much prefer doing stuff myself and then passing the filing on to some faceless functionary once it's done. I find it hard enough to motivate myself sometimes, putting the fear of God into some work shy fop is just too much hassle. It's a skill I've never mastered really, and as a consequence I am the biggest pushover of a boss you could ever hope to work for. I hate having a boss peering over my shoulder all the time, and hate having to do it to someone else.
This all means that I tend to be quite lenient and forgiving - I wish I was my boss. I'd give myself good reports (not too glowing) and leave myself to get on with things in my own good time provided that the work got done. I might even take myself out for a congratulatory pint now and then, provided I got on well with myself and was the affable type.
I had intended to write a long rant this evening, but quite frankly I don't have it in me right now. I guess I'm not as annoyed as I thought I was - it's not anything at work or anything like that, no; Bryan's been paying attention to the world of politics again, you see. I say politics, but it's hardly that these days, and it ain't getting any better. The rant will still come, but I shall polish it mentally for a while until I feel up to the task of putting into words. Just rattling along like this is more amenable to my mental and physical state right now.
Having a heap of stuff to get through at work is generally a good thing, but I have to confess that I'm finding it rather draining right now. I have a picture to finish, a model, too. I'd also quite like to write something other than the pending rant and odd LJ entries, but lethargy is the dominant force right here, right now. I have just enough energy to faff around doing this and looking a few things up on the web, then I shall drag myself off for a shower and a - for me - early night.
We have just advertised for a new minion at work. And I have just found out that I shall be managing said lackey. Oh dear, that means I shall have two underlings. I do so hate managing people; I really much prefer doing stuff myself and then passing the filing on to some faceless functionary once it's done. I find it hard enough to motivate myself sometimes, putting the fear of God into some work shy fop is just too much hassle. It's a skill I've never mastered really, and as a consequence I am the biggest pushover of a boss you could ever hope to work for. I hate having a boss peering over my shoulder all the time, and hate having to do it to someone else.
This all means that I tend to be quite lenient and forgiving - I wish I was my boss. I'd give myself good reports (not too glowing) and leave myself to get on with things in my own good time provided that the work got done. I might even take myself out for a congratulatory pint now and then, provided I got on well with myself and was the affable type.