Oh Otakon, Oh Otakon, You Eat Up All My Money...

[chibi_trillian]

Jeebus Chris, Otakon's coming up in less than a week and my costume's only half finished. DOOM. I'll get it together somehow. I'm going Goodwill-diving for the pants and shoes in a few minutes.

Some wankers stole Indigo Creature's green laser pointer--you know, the hundred-dollar kind of laser pointer--in a restaurant. The really bad part is that I walked right past the assholes (they were shining it in each other's eyes like the morons that they were) and went, "Wow, I've never seen anyone else with a green laser pointer like Indigo Creature's before. Small world, eh?" Massive grr-ness.

Character creation for jacks_shadow's new game tonight. *pets Marion* You'll be a good little paranoid professor, won't you? Though you still need a last name...and to eat a freaking sandwich, boy. Ethan can't help being his scrawny self--he has bad genetics and a lifestyle that burns a lot of calories to blame. You, on the other hand, can. Sammich. Now.

This will be the first almost entirely geeky weekend I've spent in a while. Next weekend will obviously be solid geekery, and lucky me, I'm walking into it with a fresh paycheck. If I don't spend my rent, I'll be lucky.

My Dilbert boss struck again. Apparently, me not being a mindreader is a major career flaw, and due to my inability to read his thoughts I apparently have the IQ of a four-year-old. I hate being talked down to in very small words when I suspect that I'm more intelligent than the person condescending to me, as he's answering an entirely different question than the one that I just asked (also in very small words and for the third time). Fortunately, my Geeky British Boss sided with me.

Can you imagine the employment discrimination against someone who actually WAS a mindreader? Brr. You couldn't work retail, couldn't work anywhere with confidential documents and projects (like where I work), and your co-workers would be utterly paranoid about you reading their minds no matter where you worked. You'd be constantly suspected of being an industrial espionage agent (and mindreaders would make good ones, too) and you wouldn't be able to hold a job for longer than a few months.

Hrm. That would make a good story.

I just looked at my last entry. Crap, but that was silly like what. It sounded like *shudder* a typical LiveJournal entry. Bleh.

*does the Otakon Dance*

Comments

[tarvosio.livejournal.com]

I feel for you on the subject of the condescending boss. I've got a manager at work that does the same thing to me....so I've kinda developed a habit of not doing anything for her that she doesn't specifically request, and then doing only so much as she's asked. (IE: she told me that she didn't want the little slips that cover the adhesive on the backs of inventory tags tossed on the ground on the dock...so I stopped...but continued tossing 'em on the ground on the trucks and in the aisle where I did most of the tagging until a request was made that I stop there too.....and even then I've been filling her garbage can with the little slips)

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

I can't really half-ass any of the work he gives me, though, because it won't be HIM that pays for it if I do a shitty job. It'll be panel members, or cleaning staff, or coworkers I like. Besides, half-assing my work makes me look incompetent, and I like being on the intellectual high ground as far as he's concerned. I do, however, tend to stick whatever work he gives me last on my priority list. I can justify it, as he's not really my boss. Anything either of the British Bosses happen to have for me to do gets done first, and they always have stuff for me to do.

Besides, it's not like he does any of his own work anyway. His job as he performs it seems to consist of wandering around the labs and annoying other people while they try to work, gossiping, foisting as much of his own work as he can off on others, riding on the coattails of more intelligent/creative coworkers by insisting that he get partial credit for their work, and talking about how hard he works and how he could do your job much better than you can (usually with ancedotes that, upon close inspection, are more than half bullshit).