Bah. What a frickin' long day.
I'm getting on a jet plane tomorrow afternoon. Got the place all packed up and all is ready to go, and you know what? I'm going to bed. Bed... bed...
I'm so exhausted.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
My Brain's Gonna Explode
Who Cares?
You know what my response is to the "men want to form long-term relationships with subordinate women because it's biologically good for men" thing is?
Who cares?
And who the hell is asking these questions? Did anyone ask how biologically useful it was for women to be weak and malnourished and grow up hating their bodies? Did anyone ask the guys if they found the idea of being ridiculed by their peers for being "pussy whipped" a factor in their dating choices? Did anyone ask what biological advantage women have for going out with men who enjoy beating the crap out of them?
Why, no. No one asked this. Cause this is about men and what men like.
Who cares about the women?
To which I reply, then why should I care about men?
It's studies like these that try and make it up that men and women should hate each other, that men will always "naturally" be assholes and women will always "naturally" be victims. And these are dangerous images to go selling people.
Blow me.
Fuck the Fucking Fuckers
Boring, boring meeting. Now I know why all the managers are fucking insane.
Corporate says: How many people do you need to do the job?
We say: we need this many people to do the job.
Corporate says: you lie! That's not what we budgeted!
We say: if you're only going to give us what we budgeted, why are we having this conversation?
Corporate says: fuck you, you fucking fuckers!
Anyway, I met Piper today, my new boss, and it looks like I'll be taking on all of document controls. I really want to stay top dog on this particular aspect, and I made it clear I can handle it. So I'm now a Document Controls Manager, with a part-time sort-of staff and at least one full-time staff member who'll we'll pick up in Denver.
Unfortunately, in order to keep this position (and get the right compensation for it), I need to really wow them with how I handle this huge influx of work. It ain't gonna be pretty. In fact, it's gonna suck. The sheer amount of shit they're going to funnel at me is phenomenal.
And yes, I want to do it, cause I HATE being a lowly admin. Document Controls is a slightly less gender-obvious position (which means it involves a lot more "you fucked this up and now everything went to hell" responsibility, and as such, it's better paid). There's also some murmuring about flying me out to Denver for the occasional trip, or relocating me to Denver at a later date, which I don't mind. I'm young and free: now's the time to do it.
I'd really rather I sold a book or something, but if nobody's buying the books, I've gotta figure out how to get what I want the old fashioned way, until something finally hits for me.
Bah. Fuckers.
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