Mondayitis
Well, it’s official- there is no scholarship. Time for Plan B: not sure what that will be yet. Any suggestions would be most welcome.
Meanwhile, I’ve joined a new team at work, which means another new manager. This is my 5th manager in 7 months! Must be some kind of record. I already knew this person, let’s call her "Flossy", as she works in the same office. Flossy has an annoying habit of calling everyone "Lovey". As in "Lovey, could you come here for a minute?" Or "Lovey, do you have that document I need?". She also has an annoying habit of using twenty times as many words as necessary, and periodically repeating herself. Repeatedly. It’s quite possible to enter Flossy’s office for a quick chat, and emerge an hour later. She also likes to lean in and semi-whisper in a confidential manner, as if she is telling you something she really shouldn’t be saying. It’s quite unnerving.
Flossy flaps, she fusses and she fluffs around. She can’t make a decision to save her life: she always needs to ‘consult’ at least half a dozen people before she makes her mind up. Sometimes she’ll make a decision on something, after much agonizing, then come back later or even the next day and say she’s changed her mind. Frustrating? You’d better believe it. Apparently, she is quite good at her job. I’ve yet to see any evidence of this.
Earlier today, I was in Flossy’s office with another colleague we’ll call Kelly. Flossy said that she would need me to take a car to a suburb 30-odd kilometres away and meet Kelly at Mrs X’s house, in order to have a discussion about a particular matter. Flossy advised that we would need two cars, as I would be required to come back to the office, with Kelly travelling elsewhere. I asked Flossy whether it wouldn’t be simpler to just phone Mrs X and discuss the matter. Kelly and Flossy exchanged looks and exclaimed "What a great idea!"
Fuck me.
A couple of hours later, Flossy approached me and said "Lovey, about that visit tomorrow…". Kelly stepped up and said "Oh, it’s ok, I rang Mrs X and she’s not interested". Flossy’s face lit up with joy "Oh, great! We don’t have to worry about it. What a relief!"
I’m sorry to read this!! Not knowing how the system works out there, I have no constructive input. Is there a chance for next year, and if so, what are some things she needs to do for that? It may be that there is a method to acing this test she took that has nothing to do with her abilities or how smart she is.
There must also be some way of using Flossy’s indecisiveness to your advantage, but I’m not very smart with the office politics thing.
Comment by Mrs. C — June 16, 2008 @ 8:15 pm
Hard Luck on the scholarship Mollie.
Stay positive and put it behind you.
There are many paths ahead of you!
(how poetic was that?)
Comment by Xbox4NappyRash — June 16, 2008 @ 9:01 pm
That sucks royally about the scholarship.
I don’t know how you resist the temptation to rip Flossy’s spleen out and force feed it back down her throat. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww, I hate people like that.
Comment by Anja — June 17, 2008 @ 10:58 am
ooooh the Flossy’s of this world remind me of pekinese dogs *shudder*..
Bugger about the scholarship.. bugger bugger bugger…
*whispers* (My mother spent a fortune on my education and I thanked her by developing a couple of drug habits..dropping out and living an alternative lifestyle) xxxx
Comment by frogpondsrock — June 17, 2008 @ 9:42 pm
Huge bummer about the scholarship! BUT she could still go, right? I mean, it’s ONLY money! I’m kidding.
Flossy’s only good attribute may be the blog fodder she will most certainly generate on a daily basis.
Comment by Hyphen Mama — June 18, 2008 @ 8:46 am