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Monday, February 06, 2006

Give Me Strength

I have a feeling today's going to be a difficult day.

19 Comments:

At Monday, February 06, 2006 8:47:00 am, Anonymous spankk said...

You'll be okay Bevmeister; you're a resiliant young man. Hope you get the closure and finalisation you need, if not, push them around a bit!

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 10:24:00 am, Blogger littlefaeriegirl said...

here you go, <*~strength~*>

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 10:53:00 am, Blogger gav said...

Here you are sir. I hope it helps - you clearly have a need for it - but please give it back as I may need it later.

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 11:59:00 am, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

good luck. you'll be right. just keep on doing the right thing and don't let people get to you.

x

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 12:01:00 pm, Blogger elaine said...

*gives bracing slap on the shoulder*

*Hugs*

xe

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 12:27:00 pm, Blogger LadyCracker said...

You rock, they suck. I'm sure that you see my point here? A graceful exit is a powerful statement.

But so is dog shit under car door handles.

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 12:31:00 pm, Blogger Kamara said...

Hello Id like to share my blog with you. Thanks for your time and attention.

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 12:46:00 pm, Blogger sheriff of nothing said...

Hope it is not going that badly BEVIS - just think it is now lunchtime ... HALF WAY THROUGH!>!

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 1:00:00 pm, Blogger Riss said...

You are a wonderful person and they do not deserve you. I hope that you do find somewhere that values your talents and gifts that is eminently more pleasant to work in than your current one.

In other news, on the weekend a friend described her effort to find a job, whilst living in Manchester, from an advertisement in the paper that didn't say exactly what the job entailed, only that you needed a "good telephone manner". She thought it would be telemarketing. It was only when the lady doing the introduction to the work place started talking about when the clients call in and start wanting to talk about their body parts that she realised that it was a job receiving adult telephone calls and so she made a hasty exit. Hope you do/don't (whichever you prefer) find yourself in a similar situation when you're job hunting.

(Also hope that this made you smile - we were laughing for hours.)

:)

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 5:19:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Thanks Spankk. They're telling me now that my last day will either be this Friday, or sometime up to next Wednesday (depending on how quickly my replacement gets things in hand). I would have preferred this Friday to be the maximum duration of my stay, not the minimum. I'm going to continue to encourage them that all is well (even though it probably isn't, but there's nothing that can be done about that now ... they picked a less-than-adequate product to get the job done), in the hopes that I can get outta here by the weekend. If things drag on too long, I will definitely "push them around a bit"!

Little Faerie, many thanks! That was just the strength I needed.

Gav, thanks, also, for your generosity. I will be sure to return the favour whenever required, and I'll be glad to help.

MelbourneGirl, much appreciated. Wise words indeed (in the "easier said than done" category), but helpful nontheless.

Elaine, ow. Not so rough, please. But thanks. x B.

LadyCracker, excellent observations, every one. You made me chortle, which I didn't expect to happen today.

Thanks Kamara. (Um, what am I thanking you for, again? Did you just blantantly spam me?)

Sheriff of Nothing, it actually wasn't as bad as I feared it might be, which is good. It still wasn't a walk in the park, but it wasn't Hell On Earth, either. And it's all over now - which is great. Incidentally, my manager (who returned today from 12 months' maternity leave) didn't even know I'd resigned for about three hours (nobody had thought to inform her). She worked it out herself when I kept talking in our meeting about all the hand-over training I had planned for this week. Should I be offended that it didn't seem to matter to anyone that she be told? ("Cellophane, Mr Cellophane, shoulda been my name, Mr Cellophane ...")

Riss, that's a classic story. It's almost the sort that you'd expect have been made up for a laugh rather than ever actually happen. If I didn't know you better, I might even ask if it was a bit of a tall tale. But I know you very well. Thanks for the photocopies on the computer stuff, which I received in the internal mail before heading home today. :) Oh, and stop with all the compliments. Superman doesn't like to blush.

*scours newspaper for 'that sort' of telemarking job*

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 7:53:00 pm, Blogger Chai said...

So was it as bad as u expected? Can u still take sickies?

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 8:06:00 pm, Blogger Steph said...

Goodluck Mr Bevis.Oh and i don't think you're Jobe anymore. I think Jobe is that same bloke....oh and *whipsers* I know you're not up for it right now, but i tagged you anyway mmkay? *runs*

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 10:33:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Chai, thanks for asking. No, it wasn't so bad (although I could have gotten more done if there were fewer interruptions, etc). And I may have to take the odd 'mental health day' before I'm through ...

Steph, I'll get you for that!

*chases*

*gets puffed*

*doubles over to catch breath*

*staggers home with a stitch*


Okay fine. You win this battle, but YOU WILL NOT WIN THE WAR!

Ahem, enough dramatics already. Thanks for the tag, and for finally acknowledging my independence from Jobe. I'm sure he'll also be thrilled. :)

On the contrary, I think it will serve nicely for me to take my mind off things. I'm aware that it's been somewhat dreary and sombre 'round these 'ere parts lately, instead of the morphine-induced yuk-fest it usually is.

So I thank you.

 
At Monday, February 06, 2006 10:39:00 pm, Blogger Steph said...

Well that was my original intention.....what? it was!! ;)

 
At Tuesday, February 07, 2006 7:01:00 am, Blogger meghansdiscontent said...

Damn the time zones.
I'm too late to send you thoughts of strength and endurance.

HUGS anyway, love.

 
At Tuesday, February 07, 2006 8:34:00 am, Blogger sheriff of nothing said...

BEVIS don't be offended - it sounds like you are far better off out of there. Just keep remembering and I know it is hard..you are the better person. Don't let any of this get you down.

 
At Tuesday, February 07, 2006 10:24:00 am, Blogger Gregory Surlyboy said...

Muppet power, Bevis. Muppet power.

 
At Tuesday, February 07, 2006 1:10:00 pm, Blogger Sarah said...

Um...I am ridiculously behind on your work woes and for that I apologize, but I just want to say that the email from Male Manager left me speechless. And I am NEVER speechless. I'm so happy you get to leave that place. Good luck, and you are decidedly NOT a little dickhead.

 
At Thursday, February 09, 2006 11:05:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Steph, I believe you. ... What? I do!! ;)

MeghansDiscontent, no matter, I read your comment while the day was still going (it's just taken me ages to have a chance to reply), so it wasn't a wasted effort. Thanks!

Sheriff of Nothing, you're right - I'll be far better off when I've gone. Thanks for the words of encouragement. :)

Gregory Surlyboy, "Muppet Power" ... what a great term. I don't know if it means anything (even to you), but it certainly does to me, and because you knew it would, you're a champ. Cheers!

Sarah, don't worry - it's actually a pretty boring and tedious (read: frustratingly unjust) story. The email I received could be viewed in one of two ways: (a) pretty tame and mild, "so get over it, you loser", and (b) disgustingly unprofessional and evidence enough to have Male Manager fired. The real world would go with option (b) - or at least lean heavily towards that end of the spectrum. But the General Manager here has chosen to look behind curtain (a) ... which will lead to further troubles for himself AND Male Manager. He just doesn't realise it yet. *Raises eyebrows conspiratorially* I appreciate you denying the allegations on my behalf. (And there's no need to apologise for not having read this far.)

 

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