I am sure that any fellow office-monkeys can sympathize: one has more than one supervisor, each with conflicting orders. Usually I manage to tread some safe-ish middle path, juggling my time so as to look like I am working on both people's pet projects simultaneously, like the multi-tasking virtuoso that I am. I have recently discovered a new permutation: One supervisor, the boss I really like, has told me that my assignment here will end at the end of the week. The other supervisor, the boss I secretly refer to as Monumental Assface, has told my placement agency that I will be staying another two weeks to work for him.
There is not really a middle ground between "Come in to work" and "Do not come in to work."
And as near as I can tell, given the way office politics work, and how they seem of utmost importance to the people playing them, is that the boss I like is the correct one. Which really I cannot complain about too much -- I do not know if two weeks of working for Monumental Assface would even be worth the trouble. Of course, ask me again in two weeks when I have no income, and I may be singing a different tune. One that goes "La la la, I wish I were working for Monumental Assface, la la la, Because I have no money, la la la, (key change) la la la, I have no food either, la la la, and I will soon starve to death, la la la LA LAAA."
In other news, my obsession with The Vengaboys continues unabated. The Shiv introduced us a few weeks back, and I cannot force myself to remove them from my CD player. Someday, I too will be Going To Ibiza. I have no idea how they managed to elude me for quite so long. All the same, it is far beyond time to have a new CD to shuffle into the mix and then start obsessing over. Ahhh, new CD -- wherever will I find you?
I also cannot stop looking at things. As in, I stop what I am doing and marvel at the fact that I am looking at a single, discrete line, rather than a vaguely line-colored blur. I feel like I am an alien in some very touching movie, where I cannot get enough of you humans -- I would have lines like "Such indescribable beauty, and yet such cruelty at the same time. You humans are a marvel of contradictions," or something of that ilk -- and I spend all my free time looking at simple household objects with a charming quizzical expression.
P.S. Harry and David's Chocolate-Creme-Brulee-flavored coffee takes me to an entirely new world of caffeinated joy.