is it time for some more whine?
I’d post this on Facebook but I’ve friended some work peeps and this is still on the downlow.
Word has it that one of my co-workers will be moving over to our other office and assuming a position there. He (the co-worker) and his broker were really not a good fit and it’s become untenable between them so something had to give. While we are searching for a replacement, guess who gets to fill in? Yep, she who really, really doesn’t want to. (sobs hardcore into pillow)
And not only that but ….
It’s for the dude who was studiously but pointedly ignoring me last year. Remember? And it was only resolved AFTER I had a dream where he and I talked? Yeah, him. This is a guy who said all his clients are like him: “Values” people: God, guns and family values. (in other words: republicans) So, YEY! This is going to be so much fun!
(On edit: Gal noted there are some decent Republicans and I concede that point. I know a few, myself. Broker in question leans more to the Tea Party side than the somewhat more reality based side of a genuine conservative. I suspect he thinks I do too, although I know not why because it’s not like I hide my bleeding heart liberalism under a bushel. (Thanks Daddy for the political leanings, btw.) The main reason I’m sad, though, is not his political leanings because I can deal with that. I’m sad because his practice generates a lot of work that I don’t fully understand because I’ve been out of it so long and things do change in the financial services field quickly *and* I was happy floating in my little “just send a fax and answer a phone now and again” space until I left. He’s gonna be a stressor that I neither want nor need now. Must call the Universe in for some help in finding him an assistant STAT!)
Mostly, I’m bummed because I see myself OUT of there and now I feel dragged in even deeper into waters I don’t want to be dragged into!
Good thing I’m hanging with the Gal on Monday afternoon for a bit. I can’t wait to meet her! (Also too I have 4 damn days off before I go back to hell. 4 days! Count ’em! Four!)