Beginning in 2020, during the pandemic, we were all sent home to work alone at our computers. I should have put a/c in at that time, but the wifey said no, so here I am, sweat dripping down my temples and onto the keyboard. With no air conditioning, there are fans just about everywhere, but I never get a hug from my borderline competent boss, who is apparently not a big fan!
He totally ignores my pleas and my inspiring ideas. He has not answered my daily email since the beginning of July. His voice mailbox is full and I have so much to say. Sadly, he does not have one inkling as to my importance in this organization. If only he would acknowledge how very valuable I could be, perhaps I would end my continual ranting and really get some work done.
Sidney, shall I move on and take a position outside of these steaming four walls and reap the recognition that I so deserve? There should be a few air-conditioned office cubicles that would not only respect my expertise, but cherish it as well.
Unappreciated in Rimforest
Dear Unappreciated,
I’m sweating too, as I have not indulged in whole-house air; plus, I’m waking up into Day No. 43 of my sobriety. We live in the cool of the San Bernardino Mountains. For heaven’s sakes, it’s not supposed to ever get this gall-darned hot!
I’m with ya on the air-conditioned office bit, but you’ll more than likely be leaving the wife and heading DTH five days a week. I don’t know anything about your wife, but that she’s frugal, so I can’t make a judgment call on that one.
I know just how it feels to be unappreciated. Here I sit week after week fixing people and nobody follows up with a gift card for Applebee’s, which is okay ‘cause it’s DTH and the wife and I don’t like going that way anyways.
You seem to have an awfully big head, sir, as in you may just be way too full of yourself. It’s time for you to sit back and count your blessings. Sir, you have a job! My advice is that you find a new position before you stupidly kiss this one goodbye. As all-fired up as you are about yourself, the world is your oyster and you are, surely, the one big fat pearl in it.
Sidney
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This advice is intended for entertainment purposes only. No animals were harmed in the writing of this column.
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