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Those you encounter at work (just a random rant)

Posted by ismeisreallyme on 15 July 15
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begin rant/ I don’t care what type of work one does, what industry, blue collar, white collar, agriculture, academics, entertainment, whatever. Work is work and where there’s work, there’s environment and then there are those you encounter at work. Be it colleague, customer, friend, whatever. The leadership team I’m part of is made up of 11 individuals and our executive VP. We all have our idiosyncrasies, it’s only natural. But there is one member of the team who is quite frankly a pain in the ass. Everyone’s ass. Granted, he is a brilliant engineer and a visionary in terms of leadership and industry expertise. He is given a wide berth because of this. Most days folks shrug their shoulders and just go with his royal assiness. I know, I know, that is not legitimately a word. Yet.

Today however, he has managed to reach a new level, as such,  because I am “gifted” with the ability to talk him down off of his pedestal (I am not. It’s just smoke being blown up my ass because the EVP can’t be bothered) I’ve spent the last 90-minutes listening to his hyperbole. /end rant

other than that, hope every one is enjoying hump day!

Word for the day

Posted by ismeisreallyme on 9 March 15
Posted in: humor, real life, work related. 1 Comment

AskHoleOk, ok. So it’s not a real word, yet, at least not according to Merriam-Webster or the folks at the Oxford dictionary, but it should be. Or at the very least, added to the “meeting b-i-n-g-o” cards that circulate around the office now and again.

We all have that one person in our lives, personally or professionally. Come on, admit it you do. I am currently dealing with two such people on my new work team. They literally send mail to the larger team of 32 and ask for advice over every little aspect of the project they are responsible for. And when they don’t take our advice and something goes wrong, they can’t understand how that happens.

I was out on mandatory sick leave for the last little bit and I’m catching up on work, trying to clean out my inbox ahead of the work week beginning tomorrow, and there it is. A woe is me soliloquy from the team member, sent to a distribution list of over 100 people including 4 VP’s and several other executives asking for advice. Forget the email etiquette: 1) think before you hit send 2) limit distribution and 3) check for spelling & grammatical errors…it was the ps: that got me. As in PS: I promise folks, this time I will listen to any advice given.  

OOF.

Mastubatory musings…

Posted by ismeisreallyme on 30 October 14
Posted in: musings, nocturnal notions, posts i write but typically don't post, random, real life, work related. 6 Comments

Wow what a crap day. Seriously. And I admit, before meeting up with my colleagues, these fine people that I’ve worked along side of for several years, I had to release some of the stress. No time to run to the gym, and besides, I not only left my gym bag at home, the gym is 15-miles in the opposite direction of the restaurant everyone was gathering at.

So I ducked into the combo ladies locker room/mothers room/restroom  at work, just after the janitorial staff and made myself comfortable in one of the privacy stalls. A few deep shoulder shrugs and neck rolls before I remembered to breathe…

Deeply, as if matching my breathing to his. And as I drifted, I had this overwhelming memory of him; my body betraying my need for a few winks in favor of feeding the lust that precedes a dream…

WP_20131215_031 hanging downI find myself up on all fours, my ass up, twitching in anticipation as the soft breeze teases me. Memories flash; of his mouth upon me, the bite of his teeth, and the sure,  firm possession in the way his hands devour my body. As his touches me, pinches me, a longing moan escapes from my mouth. His large hand-print bright and red on my ass, the result of loving spankings doled out for various transgressions over the course of time. And then, his fingers reach to explore my sex. As if to ensure that I am still his. Still wet for him. Still lustful, hungry and in need. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t resist the need to rock back and forth, grinding into his hand,  dripping as it begs for him to keep touching me. Taking me.

My hands, are bound before me, looking even smaller than usual but the color of my nail polish is set off well in comparison to the soft rope he’s selected to  bound me with, my elbows now red from the burn and my knees, oh my knees are livid with the impression from the seams of the bedspread. Mewling moans fall from my mouth only to be further articulated by gasps of pleasure and guttural grunts driven by lustful inhibition. The fingers from his free hand tracing unseen trails up and down my back further eliciting sounds of ecstasy.

And then, after my body has come over and over, my legs quivering and breasts sore and pink, he takes me again, with the pleasure of his full, hard cock with one deep thrust. Pushing through the juice of desire built up within in, overflowing and dripping down my legs as he thrusts in and out of my wet pussy, eager to tighten itself around his shaft in convulsing orgasms…

mmm yes, just what a gal needs to relieve the stress and release the endorphins. Cleaning myself up and readjusting my clothes, I walk to the garage ready to commiserate with my team.

Evolution of…[enter the name of your current organization here]

Posted by ismeisreallyme on 29 October 14
Posted in: musings, real life, work related. 3 Comments

when the winds of change blowThe next round of structural reorganization is upon us and today it’s personal. Don’t get me wrong, job eliminations of any kind are personal in nature. You are impacting a person’s livelihood, how can it not be personal. Today, today though, is the start of the restructuring within the central professional groups. Essentially the teams that have been endeavoring on behalf of the company for the last year are about to go through the exact exercise that that we’ve been guiding our company through.

It’s “Up in the Air” but internal to one’s own team. It sucks. It just does. I’m heartsick for my friends, colleagues and business partners that will be impacted today which may or may not include my team as well. It’s just that kind of day.

words that make me giggle

Posted by ismeisreallyme on 16 August 14
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smart ass just an assin my every day real life, i work in a career that is lampooned, a lot, especially in the dilbert comic strip, and yet there are many times when the perception can be the reality.

yesterday, i was sitting in a meeting at 4:00pm (yes, 4:00pm on a Friday afternoon!) when one of my colleagues, frustrated by the lack of progress he was making with the senior business leader (think pretty high on the mucky muck chain of command), impulsively made a statement that came across childish and made him look truculent to the entire room, especially when he crossed his arms and jutted out his chin in defiance.

the room fell silent and then said leader, totally straight-faced quoted the above ecard. thankfully the business side of me had the good sense to remain silent even though i was rolling on the floor laughing on the inside as the room erupted in laughter.

 

reality is i’m blessed

Posted by ismeisreallyme on 13 August 14
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originally posted to drafts folder 30 July 2014

there’s nothing like opening the mail to find just under $17,000 (usd) worth of unpaid invoices for your child’s healthcare waiting for payment. It’s not lost on me that I am blessed to be doing work I love for an employer that I admire and is stable within the industry. More importantly, provides healthcare that covers the kidlets and me to the tune of well over 6-figures each year.

I keep all of my blessings in mind as dh and I continue to navigate marriage counseling, life and our individual needs.

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up in the air…the movie

Posted by ismeisreallyme on 23 July 14
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as i’m sure my fellow bloggers, complicitgrace and thewomaninvisible , can attest to, as well as understand, last week at work was brutal. while a (current) survivor of the round of layoffs as well as one of the project leads at the global company my career is tethered to, there is the aftermath to deal with.

the aftermath of assisting those impacted by job eliminations but those that have survived and frankly, those of us on the project team as well. believe it or not, it’s hard to switch back to “normal” given the size and scope of what we just undertook. and we did it without outside consultants or hired guns (think “up in the air” starring mr. clooney above) which can really, suck. there’s nothing like being the one to have to notify a colleague, neighbor, former lover (not me but my colleague inadvertently was assigned to deliver the news to a team that included her first ex-husband!), etc. that they no longer have a job. even with a severance package that is generous, it’s crappy work. and a bit of you dies inside each time.

darling husband has known i was on some secret project for the last 9-weeks. it’s come up during our counseling sessions due to the inordinate amount of stress and some of the medical complications that my treatment has encountered  as a result of that stress.

yet on the day of the actual milestone not one word of good luck, thinking of you or don’t worry you will get through it. instead he asks me to remember to pick his shirts up from the cleaners and to pick up a baby gift for one of his co-workers. and yet, he wonders when we sit in our counseling sessions how i can say “you just don’t get me”. i swear i wanted to scream and walk out the door. but that’s too easy. i know some folks, specifically a vitriolic troll, are always saying why don’t you leave and the reasons are numerous and complex. likely the same reasons dh hasn’t left either. yet.

so in practice of what we’ve been coached on in counseling, i tell dh what i need in that moment and for that day. and was clear that if he couldn’t provide it, i was going to reach out to my long distance friend for the reassurance and emotional connection he provides me. if even for a moment of solace. it’s the first time dh has acknowledged that maybe our son gets his autism from him because while he can see that kind of connection is important to me, he doesn’t understand why emotions are important. of course, i don’t have to reach out to “him”. when i finally log in to my laptop at work the first message that comes through is a silly limerick and a simple sentence telling me to take a deep breath, let it go and know that he’s thinking of me. and so it goes…