Had a lovely vacation, in which we went nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.
Well, we did go to a couple of the local beaches, and met a friend for lunch last friday at The Big Pink, which is a diner-type restaurant on South Beach. The kids were a bit rambunctious, but that's okay.
I skipped my class on Saturday (creative writing), because I was woefully unprepared. But then that's what vacation will do for you.
Sunday was a countdown back to work, combined with a birthday for the Father-in-Law. He's a great guy. Yeah, it feels like there's a “but” hanging there, but there really isn't. Hands down, he's a great guy. Of course, I'm partial, being that I'm married to his one-and-only daughter.
That brings us to today. In which I finally figured out what I'm doing wrong at work:
1) Caring
2) Wanting people to be my friend.
My “loyalty” for lack of a better term, lies with the University, to ensure that my call center is staffed as best we can be, given the limited resources we are allocated. Heretofore, I was really more concerned with the popularity contest that seems to be going on. But I don't get paid to be people's friends. It's much NICER when it happens to coincide; however, if people don't like the way I run things, and they happen to work for me, they can feel free to pull to cord to stop the bus. I'll even slow down as they step off.
Mr. Shit Stirrer, and Mr. Once-a-Month, this includes both of you. Please do everyone a favor, and make your way to the exits.
Time For Bed!
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