Okay, get ready for a mini (and fairly overdue) rant.
As you may have noticed from my comics, I think about things, I have thoughts, one might even notice … I do have a brain. In fact, in the real world I’m a pretty well experienced thinker, paid reasonably well to be a multi-faceted specialist – you guessed it, I know. Well done all of us.
Anyway, for many many years I’ve had managers/directors/CEOs who understood this, and let me do my thing at work. I could go off on one about neurodiversity at this stage, but perhaps that’s a rant for a other day … for now – I am wildly neurodiverse, as are we all in weird ways, let’s leave it at that. Boobies.
So the graphs go steeply up, the awards are won, everyone understands they should leave me alone to do my thing (and create sexy comics too, sure, but that helps me relax which means my brain’s in good fettle to do the extraordinary work stuff too, everyone wins) (boobies).
HOWEVER, you guessed it, for the last few months I’ve had a new ‘manager’ who literally has tried to actually micromanage me, which is incredibly funny but also quite … not. Anyway it’s taken me a little while to get them off my case and I’ve stopped short of professionally taking them apart (I’m sweet like that), but the outcome is for the first time in many, many years, I’ve actually been quite busy at work – not with achieving things like normal, but with trying to help this micromanager to develop a bit. It’s sad, but this is the real world we do apparently live in. They’re the second-most junior-thinking person I’ve ever worked with, and their approach has also been, sadly, naively controlling. Did I mention boobies? I did not. Boobies. There, I said it.
Honestly no shade really, I do love them as a human and they really are trying very hard, it’s just … there’s certain niceties to observe when trying to be a part of this capitalist machine without destroying people. One needs to eat, one also needs to have boobies. I mean boundaries.
It has been a rather boring few months, but sometimes we need to help people move on from their not-quite-post-Fordian work ethics. So here we are, something I’m sure all my readers are familiar with in one way or another. But yes, there’s been zero development on the Lithium front, hardly any progress since the last update, but things are nonetheless going well, people are learning [slowly], and the tiny little fragment of the world which shimmers in my proximity is a little cheerier than it was in March.
On a side note, Netanyahu can go fuck himself.
And anyone who uses their vote to put Nigel Farage in charge of anything larger than a pencil sharpener can … equally … go and fuck themselves. Don’t get me started on that American bellend.
Many thanks to everyone who checks this blog so regularly – the stats on this blog are consistently higher than many almost-national organisations that shall remain nameless, so that’s nice and healthy, thank you all. I’m sorry not to be updating more often, but you don’t need me really. I’m here, and check-in, sure. And I’ll be creating whenever I get the chance. But the important thing is you are who you are and you’re just as worthy of love as you were before you visited and read this. Let’s keep being ourselves, and the world will change.
Kind regards,
Sindy
PS. boobies.
Boundaries…boobies…Boobaries? I’m good with a good portmanteau for this.
As much as I would love to hear a rant about The American Bellend it may not be overtly beneficial as that man is as effective as painting rain in the hopes of creating a masterpiece.
Also…about us not “needing” you, you’d be correct, however that doesn’t deflate the other reason of us “wanting” you, not in the gross stalker way, but in the way that you do help give us some insight to what is going on, fun things to read on here, and a chance to connect with you in some small manner as far as your artistry is concerned. “Need” shouldn’t block out the pleasantries of being “wanted” in a sense that the connections are great and you should give yourself some credit for them as well.
Boobaries
This post shocked me, until now I thought you were a retired university literature or art historian lecturer and not some employee at a some company. Anyway, this does not detract from the value of your works. 🙂🙂❤️
I do think there is a problem that for some ‘managers’ they think they have to go in and manage everything to validate their position in the heirarchy. There is a lack of appreciation for the technique of benign neglect, of giving good people space to do their thing without someone constantly on their backs and looking over their shoulders, and supporting them with resources or whatever where this is needed.
The best managers are like the best actors — you don’t notice them doing it.