Don’t Drive Angry

Well, kiddies? It's Groundhog Day! The title of this entry refers to the famous line uttered by Bill Murray in the movie of the same name.

And good news: certain members here will be leaving. Transferring, taking time off, going on leaves of absences for various reasons. It’s oh SO wonderful that my face hurts from smiling. More proof that Baldo is the most horrible boss this place has ever seen. Now some of you reading this have your suspicions. I'll say nothing and let you hear about it "officially." I refuse to wait for "announcements" in the form of websites and intranets I don't have time to view, anyway. Good knowledge in this place needs to be stolen. In Kashi-esque style, my ears point backwards to glean such nuggets while I dutifully type away.

Yesterday was the three-year anniversary of my former boss's untimely death. No one, it seems, remembered. I did of course. I think of him all the time. He was a great person, a great manager, and a genuine mentor for many. Like a good Scorpio, he possessed the incredible insight for strategy and placement. This worked for news, it worked for people. He knew people's talents and where they'd thrive best. His loss was a severe blow to many of us. Baldo pales in his shadow. His lack of dignity and empathy for others are the reason this department has fallen apart steadily since 2003. But what else should we expect from a narcissist? Toxic cockroaches shouldn't deserve anything except to be flat-out poisoned. They benefit no one, except their delusional portrait of themselves.

In other news, ABC news contacted me and a few media companies were impressed by my resume. I took all extraneous titles and assorted gunk out, re-edited it, and made it totally functional. No muss, no fuss, just the facts, ma'am. Why it never occurred to me to format the design in pure news writing style boggles me, but I can say these touchy-feely crappo HR books and Career websites have done nothing except waste my time. I'll do it my way, the right way.

All of this gives me leverage. One of the main sticking points of me trying to survive in this place is the high turnover and "musical chairs" nature since Baldo obviously doesn't give a shit. Now I can point that out plainly and clearly. How am I supposed to stand on solid ground in a department—inside a company, mind you—that resembles tectonic plates? I’m not dumb enough to LIVE on a fault line, let alone work at one. My personal feeling is that these people want to get away and cover it up to make it look like a "career move." Puhhlease. Bad management drives people up the wall, into the wall, and then they drive them AWAY. After the bruises have cleared and the dust has settled.

I'm loving every minute of it. Entropy is the only result with no one steering the ship. I’m not going to wait to crash into the rocks, but I will give an Oscar-worthy performance come "Goodbye" time. That excites me so much, I think I might have to do the Wiggle Dance when I go to lunch.

For those of you that don’t work with me, imagine 15 Janis clones in VP's offices.
Ahh....now you get it, huh? LMAO!!!

Punxsatawney Phil may still feel like winter, but I’m feeling younger than springtime.