I proudly announce a new game at Two Strikes:

"Excoriated White Person Survivor"

Rules of the game are as follows:
1. You must not be Arican American to play.
2. You must work at Two Strikes.
3. Other rules occur as the Puppeteer causes stress and overall annoyance within the workplace.
4. The survivial of the fittest will ultimately determine the outcome.
5. There is no voting, jsut resignations.
6. The winner gets nothing.

**Lab Rat and Cavalier were not included in teh numbers since they already resigned!

Players:
EWB,
Wig Girl,
AssTwit,
Funny Man,
Pale Girl,
Moon Girl,
Republican Woman,
New Mommy,
F/OM,
Talkative White Boy,
Under the Radar White Girl,
CTL,
New Cute Boy,
Rich Girl,
Soon to Be Married,
Quiet Mommy,
Physically Fit White Boy,
Charolette.

These are the players. If you need help deciphering, plese feel free to ask.

Please feel free to predict the order of elimination!

Good Luck!
posted by Charolette at 6:46 PM

Ok, so here I am. I have returned with a lot of new thoughts and ideas about life at Two Strikes and about my friends and family.

Let me deal with Two Strikes first…In my last entry I took the time to discuss being torn between supervisors. Fortunately the agency was willing to work with me here and I now only work for F/OM. This is fine by me. Today was a questionable day. I “woke” up this morning and could not function in a coherent manner, so I called off from work. The problem is I felt horribly guilty. I took my daughter to school and returned home to sleep until 2pm. I guess I was exhausted to say the least. I woke and did a few things around the house and should now be doing homework. Anyway, back to feeling guilty. I have no idea why I feel so guilty for calling off work. I know I had a lot of work to do today, but we are given sick time to use. I know if I were at work, today I would have been little use considering the state I was in this morning. I even had to call Lab Rat to help me through the process, because I couldn’t think clear enough to figure out who to call when I found F/OM was not at his desk to call. So, thank you Lab Rat, you helped me.

Last week I had drinks with LR, Cav and BB and of course my spouse. Was quite a miracle to get the spouse out to Happy Hour. He said he had a good time. I am so happy BB has blended well with my two new friends. BB and I go back to his freshman year of college. I was a junior then I think. We had a few moments throughout college and he has become one of my very dear friends that I hope will always be in my life.

What else… I have to talk about another co-worker at two strikes. “Happy” has been a good person to interact with. She can be so funny and is truly down to earth. We were talking yesterday about her future departure from Two Strikes to move to Texas and she said I was one of the best people she works with there. I think this mainly comes from the fact I have saver her hundreds of dollars by loaning her my books since she is behind me in the same Grad School program. However, I am going to miss her. She is truly a nice person, as best as I can tell.

I have come to realize everyday at work is like walking across a day old path of hot coals. You know some are still hot and will burn the hell out of you, but some other parts are cool. The cool days come when the puppeteer is out of town or far away from TS. Those days she is there are days that F/OM is so wound up tight that you can’t tell what he is thinking. For his sake I wish he could find his way out. No professional person is going to come in making what he is making and deal with the load that is dealt there.

I also found out I must begin attending the all day waste of time retreats. I fear this is so I too can get yelled at for some minor infraction that is inconsequential with no impact on the life of others.

I made it through my first payroll with several mistakes. I was able to fix them all in a timely manner and didn’t really fuck things up too badly, but still I am sure I have not heard about the end of the May 31, 2002 pay period. About six mistakes total, four of which I fixed first thing Tuesday. Only one mistake made it all the way through payroll. Unfortunately it was a decision directly from the puppeteer to stop someone’s bonus earnings and I forgot to do that. Shame on me for 6 months probably!

So tomorrow brings an eventful day- two years at two strikes! I look at where I started and how far I have come. It has been quite a couple years, but it is not over yet. Next spring I hope.

The AssTwit is getting on my fucking nerves! Everyday she lectures me about professionalism and the culture at Two Strikes. I am sick of hearing about it. Then after she is done, she comes back and says, “I don’t want you to think I am better than you, but I am a straight A student and I have 4 degrees and a realtors license.” I just sit there smiling looking at her and nod. All the while I am thinking, “Then why the fuck are you here making what you make, doing what you do and wasting my time talking to me.”

I can be such a bitch sometimes. That is enough for now.

posted by Charolette at 5:37 PM