Showing posts from April 20, 2011

An Open Letter to my Blackberry

Dear Blackberry Curve:

I wish it hadn't come to this, but I think it is just about time for us to part ways.

I know, we have only been in business for a year, but I am just not happy with the service you have provided me. Yes, I was so excited to get you. My "refurbished" old curve just wasn't cutting the mustard anymore. Now I fear you have fallen into that same category.

I don't mean to complain, and I hate to be a "laundry lister," but you:
1) Constantly clock or lock up (sometimes mid phone call or message)
2) You crash every couple days.
3) Sometimes it takes multiple reboots to get you to work right
4) You take crappy pictures.
5) I'm supposed to be able to tether with you, but you never work.

I understand, some of this may not be totally your fault. I will be the first to admit, I cannot remember your where abouts during the accident. I had my purse in my lap as I was frantically trying to find my phone after we saw the tornado. When the torn…

The Promotion

I'll be the first to admit, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. I didn't hate my job, but I was to the point where I couldn't grow in it anymore. I was bored, and I felt like I could do so much more at the college.

I had applied for several promotions (most of them in Student Services) and I never made it far. I would sometimes get an interview, other times I wouldn't, but the phone call from HR was always the same. Every time it happened, I became more and more discouraged. I had even started interviewing outside the college. I didn't really want to leave, but I was running out of options.

Then one day my boss told me that one of the people at Lawrence had taken a job in a another department. She mentioned that we would probably need to got out there (probably rotating) to help Carolyn. They had just hired a new part timer, but with Taranae leaving that left Carolyn to train the part timer and run the lab.

A few days later, her (my boss's) boss came in and …