Why can't I work in the Warehouse?!
We get a new co-worker next Wednesday! I cannot wait. They may agree to change my schedule so that I can come in earlier and leave earlier. This would be good.
Dumbass is still waving her paperwork and being obnoxious and having the warehouse people come to her cube and pick it up, rather than bringing it to the bin. I guess she's desparate for someone to talk since I'm done with her except to discuss work. A guy who had a last day a couple of weeks ago shared with us why he was leaving. She shared this with another co-worker who was kind, but made a show of it. Then she gave him a completely inappropriate send off. I actually talked to this guy later and said that I hadn't said anything or wished him luck because it was his info to give. He thanked me; he felt slightly annoyed by it, but was fine.
There is actually overtime in the other part of the office because of Dumbass's errors. At one point, there were 15 errors in one day. Yet they keep her. And now they have to take MORE time out of their day to sit with her while she does stuff she should have known how to do. She been here a year and needs to write herself notes and have someone sit with her still?
She also shared a 'shocking secret' with the co-worker I really like. I'm sorry: I was a viticm of a sex crime. I don't share that at work unless we are close and hang outside work. That hasn't happened here yet. I get my therapy on my own time, you know? I feel for her pain and we all deal with things differently. But DAMN. She flips out and says she doesn't make errors. They show her the errors. She laughs and now everybody's her fried and: "It's okay. Show my errors so I can learn" Bitch, you should have learned when you were trained in! I really do not believe the woman spent 20 years in administration. Why does it annoy me so? Well. I come in. I sit. I work my ass off. I don't pawn work off on her. I don't leave the room unless I have to. And when I have to, I come back and check how things are going before I start on the sweet non-computer stuff we have to do. The woman leaves the room AT LEAST 5 times a day for AT LEAST 10 minutes. Then she comes back and does non-computer stuff, leaving me to process the orders alone! Whine. Whine. I just feel that she's being rewarded for doing crap. Rewarded? Yes. I really would expect to be fired after leaving in the middle of the day at least five times, three of those times after having printed an E-mail for directions to or info about an event ON THAT DAY. E-mailing rather than calling in the next day (so that we won't notice your voice sounds fine and not sick, perhaps?). If you are genuinely sick, please do stay home. I can't afford to call off. If you are not, you simply work my tits and make me MAD.
There is a guy who works in the warehouse who says: "I used to work up there. I couldn't take it. Women handle that better." What's that mean? I wanted to crack him one. I also wanted to be able to work in the warehouse where I wouldn't have to deal with all the office "intrigue". He works in receiving. I could do that. He drives a forklift. I might need help with that. It pisses me off that I wouldn't even be considered for it, though. I want to work in the warehouse. I want to work until my muscles ache, then go home and have a well-earned meal made by my Eric. Then I'd write.
I know Dumbass is going to make new drama by making it a contest of wills: who can win the affections of the new girl? I don't give a shit. I'm going to continue to work and leave. Work and leave. The other co-worker is intersted, warm and kind but not cloying. We both have similar ideas about family and loyalty. She's kinder, though. She tries hard not to hold a grudge. I think grudges have to be *earned* their way out of. Does that make sense? We've all got issues. If this woman said that she's sorry if she made things uncomfortable and that she's got issues and she's working on them, we'd be all cool. I'd be able to say that to HER. And I have. I told her she made me uncomfy and why. This, for those who know me in person, was difficult for someone of my quiet nature. Nothing came of this except her being more obnoxious and overbearing and "concerned". "Should I do this? Should I do that?" I'm not your supervisor, woman! Use your brain...if you got one! Quit kissing my ass because you know I don't like you!
I really wish I had some extra cash. I'd do a few things: I'd pay for a martial arts class to work off some of this anger. I really am an easy person to get along with. I just hold a grudge sometimes. And I don't like folks who make a space uncomfortable. Dumbass makes me uncomfortable. I'm about sick of her drumming her fingers on her desk, her trying to start inane conversations with me, her acting confused and hurt when I don't chat with her. I know that in two weeks she's going to flip out. Again. And make the place even more uncomfortable. I think that working some of this energy off physically would help. I'm going to have to take some nighttime winter walks to feel better. I think it would also be hilarious to go see Uncle Ted about my issues. I think Ted Nugent is hilarious. And while he's got some beliefs that baffle me, I definitely would love to prove to myself that I could take care of myself in almost any situation. It would make the office less tedious. Even then, there'd need to be concessions, right? Would I have to have special "to scale" things to jump over? Would Uncle Ted have to pull me out if I got stuck in mud? I wouldn't mind learning how to use a gun. I don't think I'd ever own one, but it would be nice to know. I guess everyone needs an equalizer sometime, don't they? Damn this Randitis flare up! Damn kenfrequed for pointing out that I suffer from this malady. Everyone here needs to die!
Okay. I'm laughing. I feel better. Damn! Did I write all that in five minutes? I need as much help as Dumbass. I'm exhausted. I have to get up early to be here by 7a tomorrow. I can't wait for this long weekend. I'm going to get myself some Egg Nog. I have some crappy cheap wine drink. I'm going to clean and listen to my music and try to start out the New Year by avoiding the grayness of last year. Better black than gray, right?
Dumbass is still waving her paperwork and being obnoxious and having the warehouse people come to her cube and pick it up, rather than bringing it to the bin. I guess she's desparate for someone to talk since I'm done with her except to discuss work. A guy who had a last day a couple of weeks ago shared with us why he was leaving. She shared this with another co-worker who was kind, but made a show of it. Then she gave him a completely inappropriate send off. I actually talked to this guy later and said that I hadn't said anything or wished him luck because it was his info to give. He thanked me; he felt slightly annoyed by it, but was fine.
There is actually overtime in the other part of the office because of Dumbass's errors. At one point, there were 15 errors in one day. Yet they keep her. And now they have to take MORE time out of their day to sit with her while she does stuff she should have known how to do. She been here a year and needs to write herself notes and have someone sit with her still?
She also shared a 'shocking secret' with the co-worker I really like. I'm sorry: I was a viticm of a sex crime. I don't share that at work unless we are close and hang outside work. That hasn't happened here yet. I get my therapy on my own time, you know? I feel for her pain and we all deal with things differently. But DAMN. She flips out and says she doesn't make errors. They show her the errors. She laughs and now everybody's her fried and: "It's okay. Show my errors so I can learn" Bitch, you should have learned when you were trained in! I really do not believe the woman spent 20 years in administration. Why does it annoy me so? Well. I come in. I sit. I work my ass off. I don't pawn work off on her. I don't leave the room unless I have to. And when I have to, I come back and check how things are going before I start on the sweet non-computer stuff we have to do. The woman leaves the room AT LEAST 5 times a day for AT LEAST 10 minutes. Then she comes back and does non-computer stuff, leaving me to process the orders alone! Whine. Whine. I just feel that she's being rewarded for doing crap. Rewarded? Yes. I really would expect to be fired after leaving in the middle of the day at least five times, three of those times after having printed an E-mail for directions to or info about an event ON THAT DAY. E-mailing rather than calling in the next day (so that we won't notice your voice sounds fine and not sick, perhaps?). If you are genuinely sick, please do stay home. I can't afford to call off. If you are not, you simply work my tits and make me MAD.
There is a guy who works in the warehouse who says: "I used to work up there. I couldn't take it. Women handle that better." What's that mean? I wanted to crack him one. I also wanted to be able to work in the warehouse where I wouldn't have to deal with all the office "intrigue". He works in receiving. I could do that. He drives a forklift. I might need help with that. It pisses me off that I wouldn't even be considered for it, though. I want to work in the warehouse. I want to work until my muscles ache, then go home and have a well-earned meal made by my Eric. Then I'd write.
I know Dumbass is going to make new drama by making it a contest of wills: who can win the affections of the new girl? I don't give a shit. I'm going to continue to work and leave. Work and leave. The other co-worker is intersted, warm and kind but not cloying. We both have similar ideas about family and loyalty. She's kinder, though. She tries hard not to hold a grudge. I think grudges have to be *earned* their way out of. Does that make sense? We've all got issues. If this woman said that she's sorry if she made things uncomfortable and that she's got issues and she's working on them, we'd be all cool. I'd be able to say that to HER. And I have. I told her she made me uncomfy and why. This, for those who know me in person, was difficult for someone of my quiet nature. Nothing came of this except her being more obnoxious and overbearing and "concerned". "Should I do this? Should I do that?" I'm not your supervisor, woman! Use your brain...if you got one! Quit kissing my ass because you know I don't like you!
I really wish I had some extra cash. I'd do a few things: I'd pay for a martial arts class to work off some of this anger. I really am an easy person to get along with. I just hold a grudge sometimes. And I don't like folks who make a space uncomfortable. Dumbass makes me uncomfortable. I'm about sick of her drumming her fingers on her desk, her trying to start inane conversations with me, her acting confused and hurt when I don't chat with her. I know that in two weeks she's going to flip out. Again. And make the place even more uncomfortable. I think that working some of this energy off physically would help. I'm going to have to take some nighttime winter walks to feel better. I think it would also be hilarious to go see Uncle Ted about my issues. I think Ted Nugent is hilarious. And while he's got some beliefs that baffle me, I definitely would love to prove to myself that I could take care of myself in almost any situation. It would make the office less tedious. Even then, there'd need to be concessions, right? Would I have to have special "to scale" things to jump over? Would Uncle Ted have to pull me out if I got stuck in mud? I wouldn't mind learning how to use a gun. I don't think I'd ever own one, but it would be nice to know. I guess everyone needs an equalizer sometime, don't they? Damn this Randitis flare up! Damn kenfrequed for pointing out that I suffer from this malady. Everyone here needs to die!
Okay. I'm laughing. I feel better. Damn! Did I write all that in five minutes? I need as much help as Dumbass. I'm exhausted. I have to get up early to be here by 7a tomorrow. I can't wait for this long weekend. I'm going to get myself some Egg Nog. I have some crappy cheap wine drink. I'm going to clean and listen to my music and try to start out the New Year by avoiding the grayness of last year. Better black than gray, right?