Monday, July 24th.
So, my job is becoming ever stressful. It's the age-old case of a person who knows nothing about the jobs being done making assumptions and unfortunately having the power to make huge changes but views any feedback as resistance to said changes.
Therefore, I haven't given feedback. I've only done as instructed. Co-workers are struggling. I can understand. When you've done things one way for ten to twelve years with no one giving any input and then go to someone taking all your decision making ability away and completely changing the work you've known... It can be rough.
Then add in a jerk. This is a guy who has been hired as a political favor. He's not been made to follow the rules that the rest of us have. He's arrogant. He tries to talk over you even if it was he who asked the question. He does all these passive aggressive things like smacking with his mouth open while eating chips at his desk or scatting very loudly (you know "BEE BOP BO, BEE DEE BOP BO!")
We've butted heads a few times because I address his behavior directly and he's not used to having people call him on his bullshit.
Today, I get to spend my entire day riding in a truck with him. The plan: No small talk. Do the job. He can run on if he likes. I'm just there. Like a tool. I've got to become accustomed to the situation because it will happen a lot.
I'm just hoping he does or says the wrong thing to someone and it gets him axed. I can honestly say that it's been five months and I hate the guy.
The cat is gone! After waking up yesterday and finding that he'd scaled some shelves in the room we put him in for the night and made a huge mess, I told my husband it was time. I'm still trying to calm down from the anger I feel over the situation. My anger isn't directed at anyone. I just hated having the cat here and I think it was too much when coupled with my work situation. Sometimes my chest hurts so badly I'm sure I'm having a heart attack. I remain in a hyper vigilant state, afraid I'll say or do something awful. I can't relax in my own skin for the rage boiling within. Maybe now that my home is mine again, I can start to work back from the state I'm in.
We have bad weather coming our way. I'm not sure how much or when. This is always a stressful time for me because the people I work with are morons and will put you in a dangerous situation. The city I work in floods quickly and pretty much every way out of the city becomes dangerous. They're calling for 14 inches of rain. The last time we had weather like that, I was praying while crossing a roadway and watching the water wash over the hood...yes, the HOOD...of my truck. I had tried several ways out of the city but all were badly compromised. At this intersection, I couldn't see the road or ditches and I couldn't tell how deep the water was. I thought I knew the area better and hoped that it was more shallow. I followed behind a 18-wheeler hoping his wake would get me though. He slowed and the water came rushing back. God was with me though, because I'd gotten far enough and gained enough momentum to coast out so that my truck didn't stall. I was thirty minutes from my home at that point. I was still shaking uncontrollably when I arrived home. I had nightmares about it for weeks after.
It's been two weeks now since I went underground. I was 1400 feet under in the salt mines. Not many people can say they've done that. It was an incredible experience. I am horribly claustrophobic. I thought I'd never be able to do it. But I did great! They even gave me a few souvenirs to take back with me!
Therefore, I haven't given feedback. I've only done as instructed. Co-workers are struggling. I can understand. When you've done things one way for ten to twelve years with no one giving any input and then go to someone taking all your decision making ability away and completely changing the work you've known... It can be rough.
Then add in a jerk. This is a guy who has been hired as a political favor. He's not been made to follow the rules that the rest of us have. He's arrogant. He tries to talk over you even if it was he who asked the question. He does all these passive aggressive things like smacking with his mouth open while eating chips at his desk or scatting very loudly (you know "BEE BOP BO, BEE DEE BOP BO!")
We've butted heads a few times because I address his behavior directly and he's not used to having people call him on his bullshit.
Today, I get to spend my entire day riding in a truck with him. The plan: No small talk. Do the job. He can run on if he likes. I'm just there. Like a tool. I've got to become accustomed to the situation because it will happen a lot.
I'm just hoping he does or says the wrong thing to someone and it gets him axed. I can honestly say that it's been five months and I hate the guy.
The cat is gone! After waking up yesterday and finding that he'd scaled some shelves in the room we put him in for the night and made a huge mess, I told my husband it was time. I'm still trying to calm down from the anger I feel over the situation. My anger isn't directed at anyone. I just hated having the cat here and I think it was too much when coupled with my work situation. Sometimes my chest hurts so badly I'm sure I'm having a heart attack. I remain in a hyper vigilant state, afraid I'll say or do something awful. I can't relax in my own skin for the rage boiling within. Maybe now that my home is mine again, I can start to work back from the state I'm in.
We have bad weather coming our way. I'm not sure how much or when. This is always a stressful time for me because the people I work with are morons and will put you in a dangerous situation. The city I work in floods quickly and pretty much every way out of the city becomes dangerous. They're calling for 14 inches of rain. The last time we had weather like that, I was praying while crossing a roadway and watching the water wash over the hood...yes, the HOOD...of my truck. I had tried several ways out of the city but all were badly compromised. At this intersection, I couldn't see the road or ditches and I couldn't tell how deep the water was. I thought I knew the area better and hoped that it was more shallow. I followed behind a 18-wheeler hoping his wake would get me though. He slowed and the water came rushing back. God was with me though, because I'd gotten far enough and gained enough momentum to coast out so that my truck didn't stall. I was thirty minutes from my home at that point. I was still shaking uncontrollably when I arrived home. I had nightmares about it for weeks after.
It's been two weeks now since I went underground. I was 1400 feet under in the salt mines. Not many people can say they've done that. It was an incredible experience. I am horribly claustrophobic. I thought I'd never be able to do it. But I did great! They even gave me a few souvenirs to take back with me!