Dropping the Hammer

So, the hammer dropped at work today. No it wasn't the hammer (2-7 in poker). My boss was confronted about some thing that were going on by her boss. The new guy of our group, JF, is out in Portland with her and got to witness the excitement first hand. I guess she was doing some major ass kissing and yelling on the phone.

She didn't get fired, at least yet. She did admit that a trip she took in Feb to Vegas was paid for by a vendor who is attempting to do business with us. That is a huge mistake and a violation of our code of ethics. I cannot believe they did not hook her for that.

She also admitted that a presentation that she gave to senior mgmt about a program involving the previously mentioned vendor was way off base and would not save the company any money (she told them $1 million/year) but would probably end up costing more money than the current system we are using. Funny that program, with vendor has now been cancelled.

Alot of this could have been avoided if she would not have been so pushy about "just getting the program out there and we can fix it once people start using it". She probably did not want to give up the perks that vendor was feeding her. Hey who wouldn't want a trip to Vegas paid for.

I guess she spent most of the day telling JF that she was probably going to get fired and trying to find out who ratted her out. So far no clue that it was her own team. She then proceeded to dump another poorly run project on to JF. She then got upset with him that since he has had the project (all of 1 day now) that he is not further along than he is. It would help if someone (boss) has submitted the requests for the proper access for him. So, this project is doomed as well and will probably be scrapped within a week or so.

Are you seeing the same pattern, I am?? I really think that they should just get rid of her. Only time will tell.

Rufus is sick. He was up like 4 times last nite and had to go outside. When he got out there, he has to go. You could tell that his tummy was not feeling so good. Every time that he had to go out he would start by scratching the foot board at the end of the bed. He would try that twice. If I didn't get up (hey, I told him to lay down and go back to sleep) he would then come up and scratch at my arm or head. That made me get up. At least he didn't putz around out there. Did what he needed to and came back in.

ZOBMONDO!!

Would you rather....

Eat 30 cigarette butts that you find lying on the beach

----OR----

eat five pounds of wet leaves that you find on the ground after a rainstorm?

This is tough. Cigarette butts just gross. 5 lbs of anything is ALOT... have to go with the leaves on this one.