How to deal with managers.

Generally speaking, people at work like me. I get along well with them, and they seem to not mind when I hang around at times. The manager of my department is "Roly", who young guy and often acts like he's still 20 (though he's a bit older than that, but I'm not specifying). His boss Cathy, the manager of the manufacturing division of the company is a hard-nosed woman, known to enjoy the afflictions of others: especially those who deserve it. It was Roly who first called me "Choir Boy", apparently an insult of affection, so to speak: ridiculing my innocency. He and Cathy have both continued to use this name for me for quite some time. Today was one of those days when nobody wanted to be at work. It was Friday, the last one of the month, and the weather demanded to be occupied by carefree people who longed for the summer. Roly told Cathy that he was going to take some time in the afternoon to shoot some hoops at a nearby park with some guys from work. He mentioned also that he was going to take "Choir Boy" along. She gave the ok, but knew that Roly and the guys played a rough game of basketball, and wanted to give me a warning. "Don't let them push you around. Go out there and kick their butts" she told me. Roly's a nice guy, but I like Cathy: mostly because she wants me to get an engineering position at the company. So when we got back from hoop, I was fine; but Roly had a black eye from Choir Boy's elbo. She was impressed and thanked me.

Wake up

I live in an apartment, but that doesn't mean that my life is perfect: there are some downsides. This morning after hitting "snooze" twice and finding my pillow once again, a car alarm went off right outside my window. I didn't snooze any longer.