Stress
Today is a day of incredible stress.
I was woken up at the butt crack of reality, being 7:20,(after knowing I was off today, would have the ability to sleep in, and having stayed up late playing my game. Late as in 4am...)I wake up to the news that I have been called in to work today, at nine or ten. Of course, i opted for the latter, simply to get some more sleep/rest in...
I get in to work, and there is this massive pile of food that is past it's sell by date on a table, and I am immediately lambasted for my part in allowing it to slip past the out of code radar. (Apparently, someone bought a said item out of code, and called the health department. They, (meaning they the work place, was scared and went on a razing of the area where the offending piece had come from. ) Mind you, no one ate the object, no one got sick, someone just bought it, and raised holy hell. Like I couldn't go into their pantry and find a can of corn written in prehistoric...
Anyways, I took the blame for it, whether I wanted to or not, also whether I actually was to blame for it or not, and endured a day of finger pointing and criticism from my oh so wonderful boss.
This is an apt sarcastic comment, because for the past few months, I have found myself disliking her more and more.
This incident was just one of a steady string of mind numbing moments of annoyance....you really can't win with her. There is these things they call Bone barrels, where all the cutting waste goes. they are put on a trolley like base, for the ease of movement. When they are full, someone, (meaning me), has to slide them off the base, to the floor and replace them with a fresh barrel. These barrels are 55gallon drum size, and when full of meat, weigh well over the 600lb mark. Moving them is not fucking easy. But...I am expected to make like superman, and do it. So i have...I have a method, and though it takes me a little time, it gets done, and then afterwards I walk off the ache that my back gives me from wrestling the hefty bitch...
Anyways, she rattles off this complaint about those, how she can't change them, and how she has to get Chad to do it....I said, in responce, i have been changing them, everytime that one needs it, and she accuses me of lying, b/c she says Chad has had to do the last two, or so...Bullshit. Chad hasn't changed one in two weeks.
I cleaned the shit out of the place the other day, and she never fucking noticed. Never said thanks, never even said hi...but, if you do something wrong? your ass is in a sling.
It's getting to the point where I think I may need a bit of therapy, someone to talk to, to lash out at, to toss verbalised comments and anger to, because she annoys me so bad, I have to snap my mouth shut and take it, lest a comment involving an iceberg, an anus, and how to safely extricate a family of penguins, polar bears and the occasional killer whale may escape from me. I can't, at this point, respond to her, because I so desperately want to tell her to go fuck herself and stop being such a flat out, no personality, difficulty connecting, work oriented, always has to be right, brusque little meat snob beotch...
Oh, and the chance of me getting trained in the position for which i was hired grows slimmer by the day. That annoys the ever living shit out of me too.
I like the job, i hate the bitch I work with.
And I am getting close to outright snapping.
I was woken up at the butt crack of reality, being 7:20,(after knowing I was off today, would have the ability to sleep in, and having stayed up late playing my game. Late as in 4am...)I wake up to the news that I have been called in to work today, at nine or ten. Of course, i opted for the latter, simply to get some more sleep/rest in...
I get in to work, and there is this massive pile of food that is past it's sell by date on a table, and I am immediately lambasted for my part in allowing it to slip past the out of code radar. (Apparently, someone bought a said item out of code, and called the health department. They, (meaning they the work place, was scared and went on a razing of the area where the offending piece had come from. ) Mind you, no one ate the object, no one got sick, someone just bought it, and raised holy hell. Like I couldn't go into their pantry and find a can of corn written in prehistoric...
Anyways, I took the blame for it, whether I wanted to or not, also whether I actually was to blame for it or not, and endured a day of finger pointing and criticism from my oh so wonderful boss.
This is an apt sarcastic comment, because for the past few months, I have found myself disliking her more and more.
This incident was just one of a steady string of mind numbing moments of annoyance....you really can't win with her. There is these things they call Bone barrels, where all the cutting waste goes. they are put on a trolley like base, for the ease of movement. When they are full, someone, (meaning me), has to slide them off the base, to the floor and replace them with a fresh barrel. These barrels are 55gallon drum size, and when full of meat, weigh well over the 600lb mark. Moving them is not fucking easy. But...I am expected to make like superman, and do it. So i have...I have a method, and though it takes me a little time, it gets done, and then afterwards I walk off the ache that my back gives me from wrestling the hefty bitch...
Anyways, she rattles off this complaint about those, how she can't change them, and how she has to get Chad to do it....I said, in responce, i have been changing them, everytime that one needs it, and she accuses me of lying, b/c she says Chad has had to do the last two, or so...Bullshit. Chad hasn't changed one in two weeks.
I cleaned the shit out of the place the other day, and she never fucking noticed. Never said thanks, never even said hi...but, if you do something wrong? your ass is in a sling.
It's getting to the point where I think I may need a bit of therapy, someone to talk to, to lash out at, to toss verbalised comments and anger to, because she annoys me so bad, I have to snap my mouth shut and take it, lest a comment involving an iceberg, an anus, and how to safely extricate a family of penguins, polar bears and the occasional killer whale may escape from me. I can't, at this point, respond to her, because I so desperately want to tell her to go fuck herself and stop being such a flat out, no personality, difficulty connecting, work oriented, always has to be right, brusque little meat snob beotch...
Oh, and the chance of me getting trained in the position for which i was hired grows slimmer by the day. That annoys the ever living shit out of me too.
I like the job, i hate the bitch I work with.
And I am getting close to outright snapping.