Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.

4.13.2005

CC Rider? Not even.

Dear Bosslady,

Either you want me to "take ownership", or you "want me to CC you on everything". One or the other. Not both. Either you trust me enough to send an email by myself, and allow me to function as an adult human being, or I have to call you every time I need to pee.

Do not let my lack of a college edjumakayshin fool you. I am not a moron. I do not send out emails stating "We suck. We have no structure. Do not give us money." I don't care how valid the statements might be. I have never once represented this organization as anything less than the stellar place it will be to anyone I have had business dealings with. This blog aside, I would never consider behaving in a manner that was less than 100% professional with someone I have a business relationship with. I have never given you any reason to doubt this, and to be honest, I resent the implication that I have.

I would take this "cc me on everything" a bit better if you would do the same, so I can also be in the loop. I have no clue what you do on a daily basis. For all I know you're taking pure adrenachrome and running around your house naked, screaming that the giant snakes are going to get you. (I know that's what I would be doing.) Your 57,291,194 phone calls a day are simply chances for you to give me tasks. I still don't know what happened in last week's meetings, much less yesterday's, or even if I'll be in this office a week from today. Not exactly confidence inspiring.

In conclusion, communication is indeed a two-way street, and frankly, it's been going one-way for far, far too long. I allow you to blow me off, give me information only when it benefits you or at the very last possible second, and make me feel like a twit when I neglect to cc you on something piddly. This has to stop. I want this to work, but I need you to work with me. Otherwise, I could be making 2-4 bucks an hour more as a temp, for a lot less hassle. (And don't think that I haven't considered it, but I'm a sucker for a good cause.)

Sincerely,

Special Sauce

CC:Kissthis O'hkay.

P.S. As of May 1, I'll have been here 6 months. I mentioned it 4 months ago, and again 3 months ago- I put a reminder in your palm pilot 2 1/2 months ago. So I want to know... where the fuck is my health insurance?

3 Comments:

Blogger parcequilfaut said...

Sweetness, I hate to say it, but you may need to call EEOC on this crazy adrenochromed out bitch. Where can I get some of what she's on? I pay bank and don't trip that hard.

6:25 PM  
Blogger Mister Underhill said...

"For all I know you're taking pure adrenachrome and running around your house naked, screaming that the giant snakes are going to get you" LOL!

I have to try that stuff some day. I suppose I have less to lose each day.

I would leave that place; if they are acting like that you could literally be gone any second.

2:39 AM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Yeah, only problem with reporting her to the EEOC for the insurance is it was never in writing, and while I have a witness to the conversation during the "interview", it's totally a she-said/she-said sort of thing.

In a way, I sort of feel bad for her, because I can't think of anyone she can get to come in and do this after I would leave, and it IS a really great concept, but at the same time, I can't stand for it to become a repeat of what happened at the Little Nonprofit that Could (still wake me up in a cold sweat). G. Monkey was there for 4 years, and put up with a lot of shit.

In fact... this calls for another post because this is getting so long.

8:35 AM  

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