Give A Gal A Bone

Admin Gal feels like a dog with a bone and ten toys, guarding her stash.

I walk a fine line with my resources so that the business needs may be met by the employees in her care while working with the consultants that are in the midst of the company transition.

Frankly I’m exhausted!

Help me do the math.  200 employees, 5 functioning conference rooms, 20-30 meetings on any given day.  Add to this volatile mix, consultants who are doing data transfers who require quiet places to hold hour plus long conference calls at indeterminate times.  The math doesn’t work!

There are no guarantees that I can get the consultants a conference room, so they are in cubes conducting these calls on speakerphone.  Things are tense already.

I’d say give the Admin Gal a bone, but right now I’m guarding my stash and won’t come out of my hole.

So, giving me another bone to guard might not be a great idea when I’m ready to snap.

Reeks of Desperation

Admin Gal has had enough with the desperate measures of consultants.  She realizes that times are difficult. The free flowing wells of filthy lucre of venture capital and large corporations have all but dried up in today’s economy.

But nothing, and I mean NOTHING, should ever bring a consulting company to stoop so low.

To Quote the Boss "Are You Freaking Kidding Me?"

Yes, that is a Valentine card with a goodie-bag.  To add insult to injury, the bag had a stuffed animal.

People, this company sent these out to CIO, CEO, and other senior leadership positions.  These consultants are suppose to tell a company how to forge a future?

Admin Gal realizes that they are trying to stand out in the ‘herd’, but keep the grade school antics in school yard where they belong.