As some of you may have noticed...
Work has been frying my brain, having me come in an hour early every day to help solve the piles of paperwork that we've been hit with. Well about a week ago, our glorious leader announced that the seating arrangements were to be changed with little to no reason, and that her favorite little person here would not have to move her desk.
*twitch*...
That, my dear readers, snapped my mind. So for the past few comments that I've left with people, I've let the ever lovable Hulk deal with handing out the comments. Mostly cause it takes effort to write in Hulk-Speak, and I'm mad enough at work right now to pop.
See, I'm being moved from the back of the room, to the front of the room. Normally this means that I'm doing something wrong and it's affecting my performance, and that my higher up's don't trust me. Well hell, maybe moving to the front of the room will increase my nearly perfect performance, or maybe it will inspire me to make MORE automated spreadsheets for an ungrateful department, or maybe, just maybe, it'll inspire me to come to work an hour early to help with paperwork, or not miss any days off.
This is shit I already do! So what the hell, Work?! What do you hope to accomplish by moving me to where everyone can see me, aside from expediting my request and training to transfer out of this 1984-level gulag and into another, more accomidating department?!
*twitch*...
That, my dear readers, snapped my mind. So for the past few comments that I've left with people, I've let the ever lovable Hulk deal with handing out the comments. Mostly cause it takes effort to write in Hulk-Speak, and I'm mad enough at work right now to pop.
See, I'm being moved from the back of the room, to the front of the room. Normally this means that I'm doing something wrong and it's affecting my performance, and that my higher up's don't trust me. Well hell, maybe moving to the front of the room will increase my nearly perfect performance, or maybe it will inspire me to make MORE automated spreadsheets for an ungrateful department, or maybe, just maybe, it'll inspire me to come to work an hour early to help with paperwork, or not miss any days off.
This is shit I already do! So what the hell, Work?! What do you hope to accomplish by moving me to where everyone can see me, aside from expediting my request and training to transfer out of this 1984-level gulag and into another, more accomidating department?!