| February 29, 2000
This has been what I call a "Full-Frontal-Franz Day" ... meaning that my little boss was in the office, in a tizzy, and in my FACE for nine and a half unrelenting, excruciating hours.
St. John's Wort was created for days like today.
I'd managed to successfully keep him out of town -- and out of cell phone range -- for most of last week. And then yesterday he attended an all-day workshop in downtown San Francisco, which kept him too busy to reach out and annoy someone.
But today he was back in the office with a vengeance ... and a To-Do List, mostly scribbled on the back of an Il Fornaio napkin.
I looked at the items on his "list" and my heart sank. I knew I would spend half my day on the phone, apologetically blowing people off ... and other half of my day setting up new meetings for him to blow off next week. That's the thing that kills me the most about this job: how much time I spend *fixing* things. Smoothing things over. Apologizing. Explaining. Rationalizing. Lying through my teeth, occasionally. ("He's been called out of town unexpectedly. Can we look at calendars again?")
Retype. Refax. Rework. Redux. Reschedule. Re-reschedule. Re-re-reschedule.
It wears me down after a while.
I'm not talking about the monotony of making the same phone calls/planning the same meetings/making the same excuses, over and over again. You pretty quickly learn to write everything in pencil, in this position. And it isn't the indignity of having to trot along behind this man day after day, cleaning up his messes. I was a mom -- AND a daycare owner -- for a bunch of years.
If you've seen one poopy diaper, you've seen 'em all.
No. The thing that is seriously getting to me is dealing with the actual people behind the "rescheduled" conference calls and the "postponed" lunch meetings and the "cancelled" presentations. People who are legitimately pissed off or inconvenienced or confused or hurt or litiginous or homicidal or whatever by Franz and his freewheeling, "just because it's on the calendar doesn't mean I have to actually be there" approach to commitments. People who don't mind telling ME exactly what they think.
Usually in less than *friendly fashion.*
In other words: I'm tired of constantly getting caught in the shidt storm while Franz stands off to one side, holding the only Charmin umbrella.
That is what is getting to me.
And OK, yes ... I've obviously once again *postponed* making any hard and fast decisions about the job.
blurb #1 will go HERE:
i had scheduled a much longer journal entry for this evening ... but i've decided to blow it off.
[so yell at my secraterri.]
get well soon!
it. get well. don't leave me here ALONE.]
thought of the day:
There now... feeling better?