Progress?

Reorg madness continues at the jelly doughnut factory. A few years ago prior to going on sabbatical we had a major one which threw everything around like a snow globe. Well it's happening again. One of my co-supervisors whom I really enjoy working with has received a "promotional placement" starting immediately. He has been "asked" to return to the operations floor as a supervisor, something he never desired to do but can't really say no without damaging his chance for promotion in the future. It's like that. So off he goes. I fear that our other co-supervisor is on his way as well except in a manager position. I have done a good job communicating that I have no desire to work in operations again so here I sit in the support role and feel like as though it's going to be this way forever. At this point all bets are off and anyone could end up anywhere. Guess it won't do any good to fight it so might as well roll with the changes and note the fact that there will be more on the way. What can ya do. The corporation has a mind of it's own. Nothing is going to get in the way of progress. Er something.

Speaking of which, there was an interesting interview on NPR the other night when I was making dinner. It was all about the Green MBA program and the degree at which "progress is still progress". Their point being that at some period as progress is made, it isn't progress anymore. Things actually start moving backwards because there is no place left to go and what was seen as progress is now more appropriately termed hindrance. The specific examples used in the discussion were those of environmental policies and the "advancements" made in dealing with the repair of damage already done. So what is progress really? Guess it depends on who is defining it and what motivates them in the first place. Progress schmogress.

The boat cruise was interesting. Folks didn't get as wasted as years past which was good. No one got pushed over and sent to sea. There was a lot of shit talking and inappropriate grabbing and dancing as the drinks were kicked back. There's just something which feels wrong about being surrounding by a whole bunch of drunk coworkers. Several situations where "TMI" came into play. Let's just say many people have been moving really slowly here today, if they have showed up at all. I'm just glad it's over. And it's almost the holiday weekend so I can get the hell out of here and hang out with Miss B.

Little Green (the insane kitty) update. Last night I purchased a wedding gift for my friend Rob. It's a swanky juicer and came in a cardboard box. Left it in the parlor room thinking I would wrap it at some point this weekend and then deliver it to Rob next week. Throughout the night I kept hearing odd noises thinking it was the cats playing with toys or something of that nature. When I awoke this morning the nutso cat had eaten though the box shredding it leaving the juicer rather naked. It will look pretty funny when they open it, that is for sure. Damn cat.

Best thing I can see right now: a construction working with a harness and bungy chord on as he is way up on scaffolding unloading air duct pieces. He's a little bear with a hard hat and cute little carhart jeans. Harnesses are hot!