Mattress shopping

Today, after yet another dreadful nights sleep, I took the long overdue step of going shopping for a new mattress.  I haven’t been sleeping well  for a while.  Okay… more than a while but what do you say?   I don’t remember the last time I woke up feeling refreshed… though I’ve a vague recollection that such things were once possible….  I haven’t had a nights sleep uninterrupted by pain since 1991, and I regularly wake up with aching and tense jaws after clenching my teeth all night which I am told is a result of neck and shoulder tension.  Anyway,  I’ve spent the last week or so dealing with more back pain than I normally care to, and what with the impending Care Bear disaster and all, I just can’t take it any more!

So I went to the mattress manufacturer/retailer place on the other side of town, where I met a helpful, informative .. though admittedly  excessively cheerful, sales representative who has convinced me that one, such as myself, that is one who has had chronic back problems and associated sleep disorder for a decade and a half should probably not skimp when it comes to doing anything that may improve the whole sleeping thing.   And … sigh….. I’ve long known she’s right.

I looked at quite a few different mattresses, and quite rightly made myself at home, laying around on all the beds with my shoes kicked off.  I’ve been soooo over tired lately, I reckon if it’d been a little quieter, I think I could have fallen asleep right there in the show room.  I’ve come to the realization that the all singing, all dancing, won’t-quite-make-you-coffee-but-has-a-spec-sheet-as-long-as-your-arm… latex mattresses are probably my best bet.  They’re fabulous, they’re firm, but your body kinda gently sinks into them in the right spots, while somehow being extremely supportive.  I totally want one, and that’s all good and well…. except for the $1,995.00 price tag  😐  

Why do I always seem to choose the dearest product available for any given purpose?
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Remind me not to apply for leave…

I have detected an alarming propensity for blaming various production disasters on those absent at my work. …

The client didn’t approve those proofs? 
Must have been Sloppy Account Manager No 6… she’s on holidays you know and didn’t leave us decent instructions.

The job ran with the various streams mixed in together?
Must have been Dodgy Customer Service Consultant No 3 … she went on maternity leave and didn’t bother updating job instructions.

The work was held up in IT for an additional 48 hours longer than anticipated?

Must have been because the TL was off sick and didn’t sign off on the changes.

It’s endemic of the entire place and seems to pervade the whole process through the building – from the management, through IT, DP (ooh… still not going there!) to the production departments, mailing, despatch…. everyone.   Seems like the done thing is to blame someone else (preferably absent) when job don’t get done.

You should have seen the look of absolute shock I got when I sent some instructions down to despatch that were wrong…. they bought it to my attention that I’d made a mistake and I said “sorry… I fucked up… have only been here a few weeks… will make sure they come down with the right shit attached next time.”  You could have knocked them over with a feather they’re so used to everyone fobbing off the blame for every minute little cock up.

Well – I don’t mind acknowledging my fuck ups.  Especially not on the little stuff.  But… might adopt the company policy for passing the buck if I ever make a big boo-boo and end up costing the company $25,000 in additional postage like my colleague Miss Cheer did this week…. if that happens – I’m definitely gonna try and make it someone else’s fault.
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While the cat’s away… the mice will deal with her shit.

My Team Leader…..BTW when did your boss or your manager turn into your ‘Team Leader’…. when I worked in govt a gazillion years ago – there was no such thing as a Team Leader, which sounds all a bit too touchy feely for me.   And let’s face it – they’re still your boss, telling you what to do and assessing you to see if you’re up to scratch, and they’re not exactly any more caring and sharing than they ever were.  What a fuckin’  toss.   It’s like backpacks!  When did backpacks replace brief cases on the corporate landscape?  Men in suits and ties used to carry smart briefcases, and now they all carry dirty looking uni student style backpacks.  I missed that memo somewhere, but anyway I digress….

I’ll start again.

My Team Leader doesn’t work Wednesdays, she only works four days a week, and I vaguely remember hearing this and thinking – that’s good I’ll be able to head down and bum up while she’s away cos she’s constantly interrupting me with stuff …. either that or cruise for the day cos she’s not sitting behind me, watching my every move.   SO MUCH FOR THAT!   Today was Wednesday   😐   and when I got in this morning, she had left me a dozen emails relating to things she wanted me to chase up on HER jobs!  I spent all of yesterday pfaffing around with proofs back and forth with her client and the IT guys trying to get one of her jobs out the door.   Quite literally it was 1530 before I sat and looked to see what I’d been neglecting of my own work.

GRRRRRRR!

If this is a preface of what to expect on my average Wednesday, I foresee me and Miss Touchy Feely Team Leader are going to share a few choice words in the not too distant future.
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