This is me ranting, ignore at will.
Apparently, there are some people here who think me level-headed and patient. And they wouldn't be wrong. I can, for the most part, keep my cool in any situation, however stressing. But sometimes enough is enough. So let me give you a warning: if you don't want this angelic impression of me to shatter into pieces, then stop reading right now.
Because I was hired in April, and I'm a temp, it seems I still don't qualify for holidays with pay. And I need a rest! Seriously, organising the ball isn't easy, but I work full-time on top of it, and I dare say I work harder than most of my workmates, but of course that's no surprise. There's always a friend or another who wants me to add something to their places, too. And before you ask, no, it's not a problem. You lot have always paid me, and it's always nice to do something different. It reminds me why I chose to do wizarding architecture, and I'm grateful, but it comes a time when I'm not even free in the weekends. I've been here for months and I don't know anyone outside of work. But that's not the thing that gets me. What gets me is that today I went to work, and Claire, my boss's secretary, told me I'd have to do the tasks that she does (for instance, get coffee for everyone, or make copies of all my letters and notes!). Why? Because she's leaving for Greece tomorrow. She just came back from Spain yesterday! Of course, nobody says anything, because A Married Somebody Up There 'Likes' Claire A Lot, and we all know how these things go. But it's almost like, wait, scratch that, she does love to rub it in on our faces, the faces of the temps, that is.
And now that I've gone off like this, and knowing that I'll regret it as soon as I get into my stash of chocolate, I'm going to firechat with my mum about the ball, because it seems I forgot (more like 'forgot') to mention to her that I'm in the committee.
Because I was hired in April, and I'm a temp, it seems I still don't qualify for holidays with pay. And I need a rest! Seriously, organising the ball isn't easy, but I work full-time on top of it, and I dare say I work harder than most of my workmates, but of course that's no surprise. There's always a friend or another who wants me to add something to their places, too. And before you ask, no, it's not a problem. You lot have always paid me, and it's always nice to do something different. It reminds me why I chose to do wizarding architecture, and I'm grateful, but it comes a time when I'm not even free in the weekends. I've been here for months and I don't know anyone outside of work. But that's not the thing that gets me. What gets me is that today I went to work, and Claire, my boss's secretary, told me I'd have to do the tasks that she does (for instance, get coffee for everyone, or make copies of all my letters and notes!). Why? Because she's leaving for Greece tomorrow. She just came back from Spain yesterday! Of course, nobody says anything, because A Married Somebody Up There 'Likes' Claire A Lot, and we all know how these things go. But it's almost like, wait, scratch that, she does love to rub it in on our faces, the faces of the temps, that is.
And now that I've gone off like this, and knowing that I'll regret it as soon as I get into my stash of chocolate, I'm going to firechat with my mum about the ball, because it seems I forgot (more like 'forgot') to mention to her that I'm in the committee.