queenofstars: (sheppard: i make this look good)
Lately, internet proxy filtering at work is off for days at the time. Today is one of them and as it's a slow day, I'm tinkering with my DW and LJ accounts and browsing for fellow SGA fans.

We need more SGA communities at DW, no?
queenofstars: (daniel: sex  (by jr_moon))
*headdesk* I've never thought these words would pass my lips, like ever, but I'm going to hell either way so what the hell; boss S. is wreaking havoc on my libido today. *looks shifty* In my defence, he is the stocky, broad-shouldered cut that I have come to identify with David Hewlett. *ahem* Usually I don't pay attention (or at least try not to) but today he is wearing this black long-sleeved cotton turtleneck that's so obviously his favorite, the one that stretches over his shoulder blades like a fucking glove and (breathe, damn it) skintight black jeans. The leave-nothing-to-the-imagination skintight kind. *dies*
And he's coming around to my desk for no real reason with this small, weird, giddy smile like there's an injoke I'm supposed to be into too and I can't help starring when he turns his back to me to go back inside his office and OMFG, it's like he's doing it on purpose! *facepalm*
I'm serious, I've been ogling his ass for, like, hours. I'm such a dirty-old-pervert; I mean this is my boss people, you know? The person I'm working for. *hits head on desk repeatedly*
queenofstars: (jack: jack glow)
  1. Sell my stock options. If I don't, I'll lose them.
  2. Get some kind of recommendation letter from boss S. I don't want potential employers calling VF, there's no telling who they'll end up talking to.
  3. Clean up work PC from all personal information. Personal account passwords and such are being taken care of thanks to Portable Firefox.
  4. Clean up PC from unauthorized s/w. ::coughs delicately:: Don't get fooled by my appearance, I'm not a good girl.
  5. Take my cellphone for repair. They'll do it for free, unless there's need for a part and then again I have a discountMy V800 is in the shop and the prognosis is depressing; 40 to 100 euro for the clam mechanism, a part for the camera and new keyboard. Might as well throw it from the 3rd floor window and buy a new one.
  6. Clean up storage cabinets/locker and hand over supplies closet. That alone could take a week, I have all kinds of shit to shred, all kinds of h/w and s/w I should had returned to Warehouse ages ago, pack my toys and my bamboo (including vase)-- you get the picture.
  7. Find someone to finish chores I've started. Which also means I'll have to write them down. ::doubtful look::
  8. Hand over department's files archive. I was handed over chaos and I'm delivering one. Absolutely no regrets.
  9. Hand over department's budget. I feel sorry for the poor bastard who will deal with the mess I've made of things. Not one of my finest moments.
  10. Hand over Security Volunteer's bag and company cellphone. Yikes, the phone. A company number I could call from without charge anywhere I wanted. That, I will miss.
List will get updated as I remember or complete tasks.
queenofstars: (jack: tough son of a bitch)
Me and my job are so over.

Right now I should be working. I have a shitload of purchase requisitions and purchase orders and expenses claim forms and most of them are months overdue and I simply don't care. I should be panicking. There will be hell to pay next week when boss S. comes back from abroad and the shit hits the fan and I. Don't. Care.

I've been unhappy for too long. It started when they handed over to me the department's budget, sometime three years ago. Up until then I was making travel arrangements, completing ECFs and doing a bunch of other administrative work involving budget but someone else was making sure there was money in the bucket.

I'm not a accountant, I'm not good at balancing budget, I have a form of dyslexia that makes numbers a struggle and the friggin' ERP application we use gets more stupidly complicated by each passing year. On top of these, the PTB from global decided that it was a good idea to keep track of the ways budget is used by dividing the personnel under funds centers according to their job in each division. In my case that meant I ended up with the same budget split in five different funds centers. *buries head in hands* As if it wasn't bad enough when I had to request fund transfers between budget lines in one center, for the past six months I've had to do it for five separate centers. Not to mention that the budget planning department --understaffed as it is and now with their workload increased by tenfold-- is unable to process fund transfer requests in time.

As you can imagine my depression is just the icing on this particular cake. *sigh* So, I've had it. Greg from accounting is giving me the stink-eye every time he passes from my desk because he knows I owe him ECFs and this time I can't even make myself feel guilty.

Yesterday I emailed my CV to a company for a job I should be doing years now. Tomorrow, while waiting for SGA to download, I'll write cover pages and first thing Monday morning I'll fax my resume to a few others. If all goes well, I'll be out of here by X-mas.

I'll miss boss S. He's demanding and keeps give me deadlines like the chore is the only think I'll have in my plate for the entire week and he's the best damn boss I've ever had. He knows since last December that I'm not happy with my job and I want to leave and he tried to get me a job in another department (at a help desk for big company clients but it didn't work out). He killed me dead when I told him about my growing psychological problems and instead of kicking me to the curb, he recommended a family therapist. Gods but I'll miss him.

*refreshes inbox, checks junk folder* You don't think they'll get back to me this week, do you?
queenofstars: (j/d: you make me smile)
Yes, contrary to common belief, I'm still alive. *checks pulse* Well, maybe... Mini rant: Work... )
A lot has happened in the past two months, many changes that don't fit in a post. And to be honest, even if they did, I don't think I could stay awake long enough to write it. *yawn* Let's see how many I can get down before I shut down...

Last Friday, my best friend ALN had his first child, a baby boy. )

My first laptop, Daniel, is almost 1 month old. )

MSN me babe... )

My ex, Bill... )

Last but not least... GIP! [livejournal.com profile] nevskaya dared the icon meme and I found the perfect opportunity to corner her for an exclusive "made by nev". Ain't it the prettiest? *huggles icon and [livejournal.com profile] nevskaya* I'm considering revamping my journal to earth tones just for its sake.



It's mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Touch it and I'll try one of Jack's black-ops tricks on you. Or two. muaaaahahaha


And that says I've reached my limit for tonight... G'night world!
queenofstars: (me)
Barely. And it cost me my time-off before Easter.

Things to do this weekend:
  • finish yearly statistics report

  • reply to comments

  • hunt down comments lj didn't send to me and answer them too

  • help mama with housekeeping (blah)

  • meet Tony who had his birthday last week and make amends for forgetting about it

  • watch second half of season 4


But right now I need sleep. See you in a few hours.
queenofstars: (daniel paws off! (by lucid_mirage))
I am:
  • on my 4th cup of coffee,

  • just out of another mind-numbing meeting for the re-location,

  • channelling my inner smart-ass colonel at totally inappropriate moments,

  • bored out of my scull,

  • buried in paperwork,

  • swamped in budget issues,

  • behind on my work email,

  • still trying to remember why my ankle hurts,

  • dreading the errors I'll find in the yearly statistics snapshot I'll take in 2 hours,

  • itching to read my friend's list,

  • debating whether I should buy Stargate season 5 or season 2 first,

  • one swallow away from my 5th cup on my way for a refill
  • queenofstars: (jack: everyday hero)
    ...when the 39-year-old, silver-haired, fucking-gorgeous technology director, strolls past me with a nod and a wink (I was on the phone damn-it-damn-it-damn-it), clad from head to toe in black, complete with the Black Leather Jacket(tm)?!?! God help me, I did a double take and climbed on my frigging desk to watch him walk down the corridor to his office, while speaking on the phone to my head of department.

    ::thud::

    Oh, I'm getting so fired!

    eta: I did it again. ::facepalm:: How could I resist, he's wearing tight black denim for crying out loud! ::headdesks::
    queenofstars: mckay: don't let the stars get in your eyes (Default)
    the moment i hit [post], i'm outta here!
    it's been one hell of a week @ work, with one straight 14-hour after another.
    i'm bone-tired, i miss my bed and my compy.
    lots of lj catching up to do: comments, entries... gips ^__^

    whooosh... there i go...
    queenofstars: (delighted)
    i opened the company's organization chart --last updated on april ::rolls eyes::-- and my eye fell on the name of a messenger i had grown *very* fond of, who left for another job.
    and as i was thinking how much i've missed him over the months, door's buzzer is going off and there he is, nick, delivering today's mail! x__O;;
    it appears he was covering for one of the other boys (awww, how sweet! ^__^) just for the day. he came, he joked, taught me 2 new dirty words for goodmorning and good evening (mental note: share 'em with bill), made my whole day in less than a minute and a half and left like a man on the run. ^__^;;
    now, i'm waiting for s.a. (my hod) to send me the corrected minutes from yesterday's dept meeting so i can publish 'em and go home so my weekend can start.
    oops, obi-wan 's screaming "master" from my e-mail client. ::checks:: yep, minutes are here. have to go.

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