An open letter to the people at work who pissed me off and didn't know it.
To the people at work that piss me off:
Where do I start? To all of the people named below, you may not even know that this is how I feel. I'm nice to people at work, and I'll smile at you the entire time we're talking, but when I turn around, you don't see me roll my eyes and mouth the words "please don't breed...ever". Now then...on with the show..
To the coworkers that wants to fix me...You're not my psychotherapist. I pay someone very well for that, and it's not you. so stop trying to get me on the fucking couch. I don't want to talk about my problems to you. There's several reasons for it. First, you have a big mouth. You'll blab everything to everyone, because you always do. Secondly, I don't like you. at all. I'm friendly to you, yes, because I'm friendly to everyone. it doesn't mean we're friends, and it doesn't mean that I want to come hang out with you. So stop asking me. multiple times a day. in an annoying manner. Also, please stop talking about sex all the time. Because seriously, it makes me naseous.
To the girl who thinks I want to sleep with her...I don't. At all. I'm married. and even if I did want to sleep with you,which I really, really REALLY don't want to, I wouldn't at all. Because you're not worth it.
To my boss, you really need to communicate better. Giving me two weeks to get a month's worth of work done, watching me bust my ass to do it all, and then, a week before I'm supposed to be done, you tell me, oh, nevermind, you have an extra week. FUCKING A, LADY. how long have you known, and why did you watch me bust out 125 monitors in one fucking week? CHRIST. but thank you for letting me go on this business trip. I could use the free vacation.
To the old lady in the desk behind me who constantly tells me to be quieter...SHUT THE FUCK UP. No one likes you. You're bossy, rude, and arrogant. May I remind you that, A) I'm higher on the ladder than you are, at half your age, and B) I make more than you. WAY more. You suck, and you'll never get anywhere in the company because you don't know how to be nice to people.
To the fat lady at work that complains about her health...LOSE WEIGHT.
To the lady at work that got a gastric bypass and now has flaps of loose skin dangling off her body, please, god, wear more clothes. I really don't like looking at your ugly-ass upper arms, and when you wear shirts that are too short and raise your arms, I can see your belly. and I really don't want to. I have to wash my eyes out with bleach when you do that, and it burns. Don't do that anymore.
To everyone who complains about the ASC team now and how much the new leads suck...guess you shouldn't have used us as a crutch and learned how to do your fucking job. Is it my fault? a little bit. I should have encouraged you to find your own damn answers. but I didn't have that kind of time, because seriously, I'd have to retrain all of you. you all sucked. Now that we're gone, your life has gone to shit, and Carla's all riled up because of the service breakdowns you guys have been getting. You guys do realize that we were trying to improve ASC's perception on the floor, right? AND NOW YOU'RE FUCKING RUINING IT. STOP THAT. Learn to use ORS, stop being so rude to people, and quit blaming the fact that the leads left for the fact that you guys suck now.
To the PCA's that I monitor. Stop sucking. that is an order. Jesus.
In closing, I'd like to say that not everyone sucks. Mostly, you just get on my nerves. I really don't care about your lives, I only ask because it's polite. and when you ask me how things are going, and I say fine, then leave it at that. I don't want you to know the details of my personal life, and when I say I don't want to talk about it, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO AWAY. Don't sit there and send me whiny emails about how we never talk, and how unfriendly I'm being. I just delete them without reading them. There's a reason for it, and that reason is because I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to be your friend. That goes for most of the people at my work. Except for you, Mrs. Reid (you know who you are). You're decent.
Where do I start? To all of the people named below, you may not even know that this is how I feel. I'm nice to people at work, and I'll smile at you the entire time we're talking, but when I turn around, you don't see me roll my eyes and mouth the words "please don't breed...ever". Now then...on with the show..
To the coworkers that wants to fix me...You're not my psychotherapist. I pay someone very well for that, and it's not you. so stop trying to get me on the fucking couch. I don't want to talk about my problems to you. There's several reasons for it. First, you have a big mouth. You'll blab everything to everyone, because you always do. Secondly, I don't like you. at all. I'm friendly to you, yes, because I'm friendly to everyone. it doesn't mean we're friends, and it doesn't mean that I want to come hang out with you. So stop asking me. multiple times a day. in an annoying manner. Also, please stop talking about sex all the time. Because seriously, it makes me naseous.
To the girl who thinks I want to sleep with her...I don't. At all. I'm married. and even if I did want to sleep with you,which I really, really REALLY don't want to, I wouldn't at all. Because you're not worth it.
To my boss, you really need to communicate better. Giving me two weeks to get a month's worth of work done, watching me bust my ass to do it all, and then, a week before I'm supposed to be done, you tell me, oh, nevermind, you have an extra week. FUCKING A, LADY. how long have you known, and why did you watch me bust out 125 monitors in one fucking week? CHRIST. but thank you for letting me go on this business trip. I could use the free vacation.
To the old lady in the desk behind me who constantly tells me to be quieter...SHUT THE FUCK UP. No one likes you. You're bossy, rude, and arrogant. May I remind you that, A) I'm higher on the ladder than you are, at half your age, and B) I make more than you. WAY more. You suck, and you'll never get anywhere in the company because you don't know how to be nice to people.
To the fat lady at work that complains about her health...LOSE WEIGHT.
To the lady at work that got a gastric bypass and now has flaps of loose skin dangling off her body, please, god, wear more clothes. I really don't like looking at your ugly-ass upper arms, and when you wear shirts that are too short and raise your arms, I can see your belly. and I really don't want to. I have to wash my eyes out with bleach when you do that, and it burns. Don't do that anymore.
To everyone who complains about the ASC team now and how much the new leads suck...guess you shouldn't have used us as a crutch and learned how to do your fucking job. Is it my fault? a little bit. I should have encouraged you to find your own damn answers. but I didn't have that kind of time, because seriously, I'd have to retrain all of you. you all sucked. Now that we're gone, your life has gone to shit, and Carla's all riled up because of the service breakdowns you guys have been getting. You guys do realize that we were trying to improve ASC's perception on the floor, right? AND NOW YOU'RE FUCKING RUINING IT. STOP THAT. Learn to use ORS, stop being so rude to people, and quit blaming the fact that the leads left for the fact that you guys suck now.
To the PCA's that I monitor. Stop sucking. that is an order. Jesus.
In closing, I'd like to say that not everyone sucks. Mostly, you just get on my nerves. I really don't care about your lives, I only ask because it's polite. and when you ask me how things are going, and I say fine, then leave it at that. I don't want you to know the details of my personal life, and when I say I don't want to talk about it, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO AWAY. Don't sit there and send me whiny emails about how we never talk, and how unfriendly I'm being. I just delete them without reading them. There's a reason for it, and that reason is because I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to be your friend. That goes for most of the people at my work. Except for you, Mrs. Reid (you know who you are). You're decent.