In absence of work…PH presents Battle Rope.

PH knows that some people in her department work harder than others, still, it’s difficult not to cringe when she receives missives like the following:

Hi Team,

I just wanted to let you all know about my plan for the Battle Rope announcement.*

I would like people to see the DVD, showing how to use the rope. DVD’s can not be shown on the TV’s on the walls. I have booked the mobile TV and DVD player for the first week of semester, to be placed in the gym and roll continually for the week.  I will announce the rope at that time.**

 

If anyone wants to see the DVD from the team before then please ask.***

THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE. THE SCHOOL HAS BATTLE ROPES!

 

*Did anyone ask?  No, I don’t think they did.  Furthermore, ‘announcement’ seems a bit…overblown for a new piece of gym equipment that most people will probably delete.

**This is a real sentence.

***They are ropes.  Really?

Still, no one cares.

Troll Feet had her troll feet operated on over a month ago.

The world did not end.  It continued to spin.

Still, Troll Feet carries on, daily, natch, to anyone who will listed about her travails of being handicapped and how her recovery is going.  PH will grant her the first couple of days, but going into week 4, PH is not sure how much more she can take.

Hallelujah!

PH’s hard work has been noticed and her request accepted!  She got a title and nearly 20% raise both of which will go into effect August 1st.

PH is more struck by how, finally, someone recognized her efforts.  Also, she probably should’ve asked for more.  Oh well.  And the Hospital she interviewed with is calling.  Yeek.

 

It’s out there.

PH let New Director know.  She asked for what she wants.

It’s up to the School now.

PH does not have high hopes and is entirely pessimistic they will be able to do anything.

Every. Damn. Day.

Troll Feet meets with Head Bob every single morning to discuss their pointless day.  Every day at 9:30, they sit and commence idle chatter about all the work they do not do.

PH believes there has to be a better use of people’s time.   Also, Troll Feet, for the 1,000th time – HEAD BOB IS NOT YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT.  SHE BELONGS TO THE DEPARTMENT.

 

Decision time.

The Hospital offered.

And best/worst of all – they offered a considerable amount more than what the School is paying.

PH has to wait and see if the School will counter and for how much.

She’s hoping things work out the way she wants – new title and 20% pay increase – by the end of the week.

 

Most days.

Moving?

PH comes to a strange juncture.  Could it be the time at the School might shortly be coming to a close?

She’s been approached by a Hospital with a role to focus on recruitment.  Natch, PH nailed the interview, was invited back for a second interview and crushing that, has plans to meet the head of HR before the week is over.

The thing is, she’s not sure she wants this.  45 days of vacation?  Working 7 to 3?  Who wouldn’t want that?

Except for the soul crushing amount of money she’s not making and having to watch everyone make 4x the amount of she does without even trying and then spend it all on ridiculous things and still have to get loans on top of their ridiculous salaries, she likes the School.  There are elements of the job which make her happy.  A name brand.  A great reputation for being one of the better employees.  Additionally, PH’s Hubs has plans to move on from his role and the pair might even move country within the next 6 months.  So, why go through the effort?

She wonders what the offer will be and if all this worrying is worth anything.

Oh future, PH, I wish I could talk to you.

PH is also just a dude (figuratively).