I always hesitate to blog about work, not out of a concern for privacy, but simply because I have a feeling it’s not really interesting to anyone else. However, my professional life is a huge concern (not to say stressor) of mine these days, so if I don’t blog about that, I end up not blogging. Furthermore, not discussing it really misses the gist of what’s going on with me.

So: I asked to be transferred a while back, and I’m having the hardest time in the world getting it approved. First my boss nixed it, then my boss’ boss. Friday morning the big huge boss of our sector (boss’ boss’ boss), someone who basically resides in the sky, asked me out for coffee. She spoke to me about how I should “create my own work”, and assured me that nowhere else in this company of 23000 people was a trainer needed. As for project management, she insisted that I needed a bachelor’s degree in IT.

So today I’m starting a serious job search. The kind of positions I’m interested in are: trainer, PCO, project manager. Y’know, in case you see something from where you are.

A Lego robot that can solve a Rubik’s cube.

In the words of Dr Wank, “a truly amazing bit of nerdosity”.

So I’ve started seriously surfing the job boards, and of course it’s made me think about what I’d really like to be doing. I mean, why limit myself to look only for jobs that have the same title as the one I have now? “Trainer” would be a relatively easy job for me to land, but what else would I like to do? In what new and exciting ways could I spin my (already kinda weird) CV?

Then last night I had a dream, that we finally did sign a new client. The Montreal Canadiens. Our job was to make them play better. And because my boss’ boss promised (in real life) to find something more stimulating for me to do, he gave me the position of assistant coach. Of the Montreal Canadiens.

They handed me a rhinestone-covered box containing season’s tickets. And Saku recognized me from that time I met him in Finland.

Assistant coach of the Montreal Canadiens. I must admit I didn’t see that one on Jobboom.

…that I shouldn’t go to Yulblog tonight?

This morning I wore my favorite suit, and walked two blocks to where my car was parked. See, last night those little “snow removal” were hung on my street. But of course, by this morning they still hadn’t cleared the road despite the signs.

I got to my car and stepped over a huge pile of snow, and in doing so ripped my skirt right down the front middle. To hell with that, I said, I’m clearing the car with ripped skirt and I’ll drive it back home to change.

Clear the car, drive back, get inside in time to see doggie scrunch down for a poop. Hey, you know better than that! Grab her to get her to the paper, but as I’m getting her there she sprays all over the dining room.

Hey, wait a second, that’s blood.

Call the vet, who thinks I should bring her in right away. Drive through a storm to the South Shore, as puppy howls in fear. Turns out it’s probably just a minor infection.

Spectacular projectile blood shitting to me, minor infection to him.

Finally get to work at 11 am, and I find out my transfer request has been refused, by my boss’ boss. They want me to stay here though I have nothing to do, because they are convinced (as they have been for a year) that things will pick up.

So… this is the kind of evening to curl up with a blanket, a boyfriend and a sick puppy (after washing all the floors (and her ass) with vinegar), and watch a few more episodes of 24 on DVD.

First day of work since adopting the puppy (Charlotte maybe?). I’ve done everything the puppy sites tell me to do: leave food, water and toys, including some stuffed with goodies so she has to work to get to them, confine to a puppy-proofed area, make sure the gates confining her are see-through, leave the TV on, don’t make a big deal when you leave.

Still, I’ve been spending the morning reading online articles to reassure myself that puppy’s okay, I’m the one feeling guilty, she’s happier learning the routine early on.

I’ve applied all the ways I know how to alleviate the puppy’s separation anxiety. Now how do I relieve mine?

Cosmo’s the name (so far… T’s still fighting for Ginette or Gougoune) and keeping us up at night is her game. There has been progress, however; 48 hours ago I thought she’d never learn the meaning of newspaper.

More pictures here.