12-15-2025 — Retireversery Nightmares
Howdy all. May warm up to 20 today. While warmer (as in may see 30) tomorrow, the winds start back up. UGH. Anyway, last night, while trying to fall asleep, I was thinking about the fact that tomorrow (the 16th) is Kitty’s 9th birthday. She has been with me for 5 1/2 years almost. More with me, than her prior life. I wonder if she realizes that?
But that got me to thinking about the 19th will be Six years since I was retired by Office Depot. I’m guessing that’s what brought about the nasty dream I had. In the dream, I get to work, and someone has moved into my office. Okay, that’s not new, Oraface Despot did that all the time. Management would reorganize and people were shifted to different spots. However, this time, when I asked where my stuff was, this person didn’t know. Nor did his manager. And she didn’t know to whom I was assigned.
Sadly, that part wasn’t new either. Twice, I was shifted to a different report-to without being told. I recall them both. The first, I had taken a few days off (which really meant working from home) and when I came back, and had worked for two weeks, this guy walks into my office and asks why I’m not turning in a manual timesheet to him showing what I have been doing each week, with 15 minute intervals. I asked, “Who are you?”. Turns out I was assigned to him while I was out. Nary even an email telling me so. Didn’t even know his name — only remember his first name right now (Mike something).
Okay, so I type up 2 weeks of guessing what I was doing for the 60+ hours I worked each week, and took it down to him in his office (he had to tell me where it was). He looks at it and says I am only supposed to do 40 hours each week. Well, sorry, I work more than that. And do on-call 24x7. He only wants 40 hours documented per week. Whatever…
I do the false paperwork for a couple weeks, and one Friday I take it to his office and hand it to him, and he says, “Why are you giving this to me? You haven’t been assigned to me for 2 weeks.” And no, he has no idea to whom I now report. Lovely. I go to his boss, the senior V.P. at the time and ask who is my boss now. He pulls out his list of manglement, and grunts, and I’m not on the list under anyone. But my “group” still belongs to him — my “group” being me! Monday I was assigned a new manager.
Anyhow, back to the dream. Slight difference from reality, in that even upper management had zero clue where my “group” was moved to under the reorganization. Nor did they know where my computer or personal items were. I tell the CIO that I had been told there was an issue with the credit processing system (part of what I handled) and that since I couldn’t do anything there, he’ll need to find somebody to handle it. As for me, I quit effective immediately, handed over my security badge, and said I am going home.
That stirred the pot a lot. By the time I got home, the home phone wouldn’t stop ringing.
From there it just got more annoying as they “demanded” I fix the issue, but couldn’t tell me where my computer was, nor where I was to report to be able to fix it.
Just another frustration dream based upon the reality of working for the clown show at Offal Deport.
On a “brighter” note.
Wow those 3D prints are bright in the dark. And quite colorful.
Printed off this silhouette over night. Supposed to put a couple tea lights behind it on a darker shelf.
And this one too. Not a great picture. I was too close so the angles look wrong The middle reindeer is closest to how it appears in real life.
Here’s hoping I have no repeat dreams tonight and then tomorrow, I can Enjoy Life