Way way way way too long
Oh man! I guess I have fallen out of love with LJ and maybe it's time to rekindle that old flame.
Mainly, though, I just wanted to bitch.
I love my job. Don't get me wrong. It's great. A little monotonous, but it's a job and I'm good at it and there are some upcoming changes that will increase the challenge a little bit, so that's even better.
....but if it wasn't for that one person....
Today I learned an interesting tidbit that someone at work had been trying to get me in trouble with the manager for reasons that were completely fucking heinous. Here's the situation.
Last week, I was out for two days with a cold. Monday, Beni had taken me shopping for some Freddy's stuff 'cos that was his Christmas present to me. I had a gift card that I had to use up 'cos January had some good specials yada yada yada. So anyway, I took a few pictures that night modeling my new corset (yes...Corsetmon is in full swing again). I was out of the office on Wednesday and Friday. Friday night, I went on Facebook and wanted to change my profile picture 'cos my old one was getting stale so I posted one of the aforementioned pictures. Well, apparently...to protect the names of the guilty, I'll call her Cuntface....Cuntface was on Facebook at work on her laptop and saw that I posted a new picture and she apparently thought that I took that picture that night. So she went running to one of my other co-workers and was like, "Looks like Pam is all dressed up to go out tonight. Are you gonna tell Chad?!?!"
....okay. Stop right there. There are MANY things that are wrong with that.
A) It's none of your or Chad's or my other co-worker's or anybody else's fucking business to know what I'm doing. It's called PERSONAL leave for a reason.
B) Just because I was sick does not mean that I was bed-ridden. I can only watch so much TV/movies. I didn't know that going on the internet wasn't allowed, for God's sake.
C) Let us not forget about ALL the times you, Cuntface, have broken the rules. Like the time you left me before 8 PM all by myself when the door was still unlocked which is a MAJOR infraction on your part.
D) You're a stupid bitch.
E) I'd be lying if I said I wasn't fantasizing about leaving a dead rat on your keyboard.
*sigh* That felt good! Now, my co-worker, bless her heart, didn't tell Chad 'cos she saw nothing wrong with it and, obviously, Cuntface was out to get me. Now that I know she was out to get me, all bets are off. I'll be civil to her, but friendly?? Ohhhh no. I'm done being nice.
ANYWAY, all that aside, life is good. Beni and I just celebrated 7 months together last night in the most wonderful fashion I could ever imagine. Let's just say...love hurts. ;)
So here I sit, drinking absinthe (actually Mansinthe) and listening to...well...Marilyn Manson. Why not? Besides, if we're rekindling old flames I think it's high time I reacquaint myself with Golden Age...by far, my favorite album of his...and the only one I'll listen to now since all his new stuff blows ass. I like to remember the dead the way they were.
I think that's all for now, kiddies. If anyone still reads this shit, I promise to not be so absent anymore.
In the words of the great Soffinator, wherever she may be,
Hugs n drugs, kids.
~P
Mainly, though, I just wanted to bitch.
I love my job. Don't get me wrong. It's great. A little monotonous, but it's a job and I'm good at it and there are some upcoming changes that will increase the challenge a little bit, so that's even better.
....but if it wasn't for that one person....
Today I learned an interesting tidbit that someone at work had been trying to get me in trouble with the manager for reasons that were completely fucking heinous. Here's the situation.
Last week, I was out for two days with a cold. Monday, Beni had taken me shopping for some Freddy's stuff 'cos that was his Christmas present to me. I had a gift card that I had to use up 'cos January had some good specials yada yada yada. So anyway, I took a few pictures that night modeling my new corset (yes...Corsetmon is in full swing again). I was out of the office on Wednesday and Friday. Friday night, I went on Facebook and wanted to change my profile picture 'cos my old one was getting stale so I posted one of the aforementioned pictures. Well, apparently...to protect the names of the guilty, I'll call her Cuntface....Cuntface was on Facebook at work on her laptop and saw that I posted a new picture and she apparently thought that I took that picture that night. So she went running to one of my other co-workers and was like, "Looks like Pam is all dressed up to go out tonight. Are you gonna tell Chad?!?!"
....okay. Stop right there. There are MANY things that are wrong with that.
A) It's none of your or Chad's or my other co-worker's or anybody else's fucking business to know what I'm doing. It's called PERSONAL leave for a reason.
B) Just because I was sick does not mean that I was bed-ridden. I can only watch so much TV/movies. I didn't know that going on the internet wasn't allowed, for God's sake.
C) Let us not forget about ALL the times you, Cuntface, have broken the rules. Like the time you left me before 8 PM all by myself when the door was still unlocked which is a MAJOR infraction on your part.
D) You're a stupid bitch.
E) I'd be lying if I said I wasn't fantasizing about leaving a dead rat on your keyboard.
*sigh* That felt good! Now, my co-worker, bless her heart, didn't tell Chad 'cos she saw nothing wrong with it and, obviously, Cuntface was out to get me. Now that I know she was out to get me, all bets are off. I'll be civil to her, but friendly?? Ohhhh no. I'm done being nice.
ANYWAY, all that aside, life is good. Beni and I just celebrated 7 months together last night in the most wonderful fashion I could ever imagine. Let's just say...love hurts. ;)
So here I sit, drinking absinthe (actually Mansinthe) and listening to...well...Marilyn Manson. Why not? Besides, if we're rekindling old flames I think it's high time I reacquaint myself with Golden Age...by far, my favorite album of his...and the only one I'll listen to now since all his new stuff blows ass. I like to remember the dead the way they were.
I think that's all for now, kiddies. If anyone still reads this shit, I promise to not be so absent anymore.
In the words of the great Soffinator, wherever she may be,
Hugs n drugs, kids.
~P