Monday, May 13, 2002. Entry #149

My boss had an unusual request last Friday. He asked for a copy of my resume for their files.

I mentioned I didn't have one here at the office and I'd bring one on Monday. He said okay and left.

A short while later he hurried up to me to assure me that the reason he needed the resume wasn't anything bad. They just needed it, you know, for something they had been planning. Wink wink.

Which is cool. Most likely, it's part of bringing me on full time. I hope, I hope.

Lisa's getting screwed at work again.

In what is most assuredly a random act of management, various people just above Lisa on the Pet Store totem pole are getting shuffled around. Her manager, whom she used to have a good rapport with, and her general manager, whom she had great communication with, are both being shuffled to non-management positions in the company.

The two people replacing them are the people in upper management she most considers to be no-nothing bozos.

And to top it all off, her old manager is getting a position Lisa has been eyeing for some time. She's been dying to make the move to corporate trainer, which would let her focus on one of the things she most enjoys - training people. But no, that avenue is closed off for the immediate future.

And, of course, the shuffle does not include a spot for her to move up. In fact, the lady taking over as manager is getting demoted into that position. Isn't that great? She'll make a real enthusiastic manager, that's for sure.

Bah.

I stopped by FutureShop yesterday afternoon to pick up a new AV cable for the TV. Our old one was shorting out (probably due to the cats crawling behind the TV all the time) so I figured I'd pick up a new one.

I should've gone to Radio Shack.

FutureShop has a big aisle of cables for TV, stereos, and home theatre. All of it is packed in bright, shiny containers, like little sarcophagi for dead Pharaohs of sound. I found the three-pronged RCA cable I needed. Eighty bucks? What, is the damned thing gold-plated?

Actually, it was.

I took it over to a clerk and said that while this was the cable I needed, I had been hoping for something a little less like getting robbed at gunpoint.

He offhandedly pointed at a hanging rank of cheaper cables hidden like some black sheep on the end of an aisle. "Well we do have THOSE..." he said, rolling his eyes to show how little he thought of them, and their prospective buyers.

I picked one up. The price was much more manageable. "I think these will be perfect."

The look of horror on his face was funny. It was like I just took a big dump on his electronic altar.

One Year Ago: The hiatus continues. I was probably working on my resume.

Mom Rating: 4 out of 5. Mom had a nice Mother's Day weekend out at the property.

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