Work Honesty

I don't feel like writing today.

The reason being that I am in a funk. A serious funk. I'm irritated and I'm frustrated and I'm stressed out. My complexion looks like that of a teenage boy. My hair is getting grayer by the minute and I haven't dyed it since July. New wrinkles are sprouting on my face. I find myself making comments that one might expect from a crotchety old nursing home resident.

Yesterday I wanted SO BAD to be radically honest. We had a meeting at work. I hate meetings (unless they are fun - this one was not). In the meeting those higher up the ladder than myself proceeded to tell me how I could make their lives easier. Now, I need to preface this by saying that since I have come on board, I have streamlined the processes and the forms - I have made what used to be a complicated forest of paperwork into a short navigatible trail. This is through hours and hours of my time and effort that it was accomplished, and now I am hearing the words that the form I have made for them with a grand total 4 - count them FOUR - blanks requires too much work. Seriously? Are you kidding?
the original form they had to turn in was quite a bit longer - try 40 blanks - and it was required to be turned in 5-6 times a month. I have narrowed that down to a 4-blank form that is turned in ONE TIME per month. and they have the audacity to complain about it! "Couldn't we make it where they didn't have to put their name in?"

Oooh! I have an idea - why don't I just create a form where they can press their forehead against the computer screen and it will download the data from their brain!

Their eyes lit up with the prospect.

Really, people, earn your money.