Red, red, wine
A is a very nice guy, who is much younger than me and perhaps I’m at a point in my life where I’ve lost touch with the younger generation. He drives me absolutely insane. We both work for the same boss whose definition of “management” is indeed very loose. In other words, we’re on our own. So there is a project that no one is in charge of (like many other projects in our department), and A somehow became the defacto leader. I know I should cut him some slack since he’s only 26, but come ON. So he calls a meeting today, books the meeting room wrong so we’re all wandering around aimlessly (there was also free ice cream involved so that distracted everyone even more), we finally get in a room and he has no agenda. So we sit there and stare at each other (4 of us). Finally I take over teh meeting (for the 2nd time in a week with him) just so something gets done. Instead of actually talking about work that we have control over, he likes to think of how we can do something better than other departments and how we can “guide” those other departments into doing what we want. Dude… not gonna happen. I have nearly screamed at him a dozen times in the last 2 weeks: JUST DO IT! Do your damn job. Not mine (has been a problem in the past), not anyone else’s. Just yours. And stop asking qusetions you meddling youngster! ARGGHHH.
Other than that, there are way too many cute guys in my workplace that make me wish I was young, good looking, and single. (biting my fist). SIGH! Why do I have to be old and married? WHY ME???
Ok, pity party is over. What now? hmm… I really think I have a gene that predisposes me to want men more than your average bear. Do you think that’s possible? I think this a subject worthy of exploring. Perhaps with a tight bodied Italian. Anyhoo… time for piano practice! And writing! And red wine drinking (3/4 of a bottle to go!) My sinuses hurt already.
