07 November 2006

It makes me ugly

I think I post about this every November, but I am so tired of people telling me to go vote. People post about it on their blogs like no one has thought about voting in the midterm elections before. “Oh, you mean there is an election today? So that’s what all those commercials have been about! Thanks!!”

Anyway…

I have not had much success with retailers and restaurants over the past couple of weeks. Here’s one example: I ordered a pair of boots from nine west online. They were cute and I figured that if they didn’t fit I could always return them to a retail store. The day after I ordered them and paid for them, I received an email saying that they were on backorder. I didn’t want to wait for these boots because I need instant gratification. I wrote the customer service dept. and they told me that they couldn’t cancel my order, and that they would look in retail stores around the country to find them and ship them to me as soon as possible. That was on a Monday. On Friday night I hadn’t heard anything from them and they hadn’t updated my order status from “on backorder” so I strolled in to a nine west near Jeff and Kris’ house on my way to dinner over there. They had the boots in my size, so I bought them. I can’t be bothered to type out the long version, but here’s a recap: the online store refused to cancel my order for a while, then told me that I hadn’t been charged for the order (which I had) and finally relented when I called them three times yesterday. It was all so irritating. It’s z@ppos all the way from here on out. I’m never ordering from nine west again.

On the work front, someone has been trying to sabotage me!! I have several very important things in the works right now. To be specific, I’m asking four foundations for multi-million dollar gifts this year. I had a meeting with my boss and the senior VP about them just before I left for vacation. When I got back from the meeting I sat down at my desk and typed up everything – my notes, their notes, everything. This was an important meeting and I wanted to be clear about expectations from all sides. I printed out these notes and placed them in an unmarked file folder along with my original research (and hand written notes on those research pages) and my handwritten notes from the meeting. This unmarked file folder was placed in one of those file sorter things right next to my computer. It is now gone. It simply vanished. I know exactly where I left it because it was the very last thing I worked on.

New Girl came into my office to talk to me about something completely different today and I very casually asked her if anyone had used my office while I was gone. She said yes, the new research person had used my office for a couple of days. She also mentioned that Bitchy Former Supervisor had been seen in my office on two separate occasions. I asked her if she knew what Former Supervisor was doing in my office and she said she didn’t know, but it was probably work related because she had some files in her hand.

Aha!

I think it is highly probable that Former Supervisor took my file and whatever else she could find that she thought might harm me in some way. Former Supervisor is an evil person and she often says things in staff meetings specifically to bait me. I’m not alone in thinking this, a couple of people have approached me and asked me what Former Supervisor’s problem is with me. I usually shrug and act a little concerned and say I don’t know. I know exactly what her problem is with me and if she wants to be passive aggressive about it, I’ll fire it right back at her.

So here is my plan. Former Supervisor used to be in charge of the department. That lasted less than six months (thank god), but she still has business cards with her old title on them. Even though she has been told to throw them away, she still sends those business cards out on occasion when she wants to impress someone. I’m going to take those cards. I’m going to take them out of the office and throw them away. What can she possibly say about it? Who is she going to complain to? She shouldn’t even have them, much less be using them.

I don’t think I could ever actually admit this plan to anyone outside of my blog, but I think this is going to make me feel a lot better. I’m not a terrible person. I’m really not. It’s just that she does something to me and makes me ugly.